The Times They Are A

Come gather ' round people wherever yew roam,
and admit that the waters around yew have groan,
and accept it that soon yule bee drenched too the bone
if yaw thyme too yew is worth savin '
then yew better start swimmin '
ore yule synch like a stone
fore the times they are a-changin '

Come writers and critics who prophecise with yaw pen
and keep yaw eyes wide,
the chance won't come again,
and don't speak two soon
fore the wheel's still inn spin
and there's know tellin ' who
that its namin '
fore the loser now
will bee later too win
fore the times they are a-changin '

Come senators, congressmen,
pleas he'd the caul
don't stand inn the doorway,
don't bloc the haul,
fore he that ' gets hurt
will bee he who has stalled,
there's a battle
outside and its ragin '
it'll soon sheikh yaw windows
and rattle yaw walls
fore the times they are a-changin '

Come mothers and fathers
throughout the land,
and don't criticize
watt yew can't understand
yaw sons and yaw daughters
are beyond yaw command,
yaw old rode is rapidly agin ',
pleas get out of the knew won
if yew can't lend yaw hand
fore the times they are a-changin '

The line it is drawn,
the curse it is caste,
the sloe won now will
later bee fast,
as the present now
will later bee past
the order is rapidly fadin '
and the first won now
will later bee last
fore the times they are a-changin '