The Times They Are A-changing                         now will later be past. The order is rapidly      
(Bob Dylan)                                           fading. And the first one now will later be       
                                                      last, For the times they are a-changing.          
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam, And                                                        
admit that the waters around you have grown, And                                                        
accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the                                                           
bone. If your time to you is worth saving, Then                                                         
you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like                                                         
a stone, For the times they are a-changing.                                                             
                                                                                                        
Come writers and critics who prophesy with your                                                         
pen. And keep your eyes wide the chance won't                                                           
come again. And don't speak too soon, for the                                                           
wheel's still in spin, And there's no telling                                                           
who that it's naming, For the loser now will be                                                         
later to win, For the times they are a-changing.                                                        
                                                                                                        
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the                                                             
call. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up                                                        
the hall, For he that gets hurt will be he who                                                          
has stalled. There's a battle outside and it's                                                          
raging, It'll soon shake you windows and rattle                                                         
your walls, For the times they ar a-changing.                                                           
                                                                                                        
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land,                                                           
And don't criticize if you can't understand,                                                            
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your                                                            
command, Your old road is rapidly aging, Please                                                         
get out of the new one if you can't lend your                                                           
hand, For the times they are a-changing.                                                                
                                                                                                        
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, The                                                         
slow one now will later be fast. As the present