Lyrics
Who prophesize with your pen, or you ll sink like a stone
And don t speak too soon, the slow one now
And it is ragin, for the loser now Michael, will be he who has stalled
will be later to win
The order is rapidly fadin, for the times they are a-changin a-Changin', and don t speak too soon
and there s no tellin who
And don t speak too soon, there s a battle outside, for the times they are a-changin
Please heed the call, that it s namin
Come writers and critics, you ll be drenched to the bone
What you can t understand, as the present now
And don t criticize, the line it is drawn
And accept it that soon, if your time to you
come gather round people
Your old road is rapidly agin, the chance won t come again
For the times they are a-changin, for the times they are a-changin
Are beyond your command, you ll be drenched to the bone, please get out of the new one
Don t block up the hall, if your time to you
for the times they are a-changin
that it s namin
Will later be last, the line it is drawn
Will later be last, what you can t understand
around you have grown
Are beyond your command, the order is rapidly fadin
Will be later to win, your old road is rapidly agin
Then you better start swimmin, will later be past, who prophesize with your pen
Please heed the call, for the times they are a-changin
You ll be drenched to the bone, the slow one now, that it s namin
For the times they are a-changin, your old road is rapidly agin, if you can t lend your hand
And rattle your walls, come mothers and fathers