Song | The Times They Are A-Changin' |
Artist | Nina Simone |
Album | Legendary Nina Simone |
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 swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone | |
For the times they are a-changin’ | |
Come writers and critics | |
Who prophesize 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 tellin’ who that it’s namin’ | |
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 is ragin’ | |
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle 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’ | |
The line it is drawn | |
The curse it is cast | |
The slow one now | |
Will later be fast | |
As the present now | |
Will later be past | |
The order is rapidly fadin’ | |
And the first one now will later be last | |
For the times they are a-changin’ |
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 swimmin' or you' ll sink like a stone | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
Come writers and critics | |
Who prophesize 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 tellin' who that it' s namin' | |
For the loser now will be later to win | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
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 is ragin' | |
It' ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls | |
For the times they are achangin' | |
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 achangin' | |
The line it is drawn | |
The curse it is cast | |
The slow one now | |
Will later be fast | |
As the present now | |
Will later be past | |
The order is rapidly fadin' | |
And the first one now will later be last | |
For the times they are achangin' |