| Song | The Times They Are A-Changin' |
| Artist | Nina Simone |
| Album | Forever Young, Gifted And Black: Songs Of Freedom And Spirit |
| 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' |