Written by Bob Dylan. This is The Byrds' version. Come gather round people where ever 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 prophecies with your pen And keep your eyes open the chance won't come again And watch what you say for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin who that it's namein 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 that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and it's ragin Will rattle our windows and shake down your walls For the times they are a changin Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand For the times they are a changin Enjoy!