Written by Bob Dylan. 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 savin'. Then you better start swimming. Or you'll sink like a stone. For the times they are a changin. Come writers and critics. who prophesize with your pen. Keep your eyes open. The chance won't come again. Watch what you say. For the wheel's still in spin. And there ain't tellin' who that it's naming. For the loser now. Will be later to win. For the times they are a changin. Come senators congressmen. Please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway. Don't block up the hall. For he who gets hurt. Will be he who has stalled. The battle outside raging. It'll rattle your windows. and shake down your walls. For the times they are a changin. Come mothers and fathers. Throughout the land. And don't criticise. What you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters. Are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly aging. Get out of the new one. If you can't lend your hand. For the times they are a changin.