Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson
Barbara Dickson & Gerry Rafferty
Barbara Dickson
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 better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changing
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 telling who that it's naming
'Cause the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changing
Come senators, congressmen, please head 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 raging
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changing
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 aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
Oh 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 now will later be past
The order is rapidly fading
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changing
For the times they are a-changing