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’ And 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 The battle outside ragin’ Will 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’
Bob Dylan, “The Times tha are ‘a changing” , 1962
We shall overcome We shall overcome We shall overcome, someday
Oh, deep in my heart I know that I do believe We shall overcome, someday
We shall be alright We shall be alright We shall be alright, someday
Oh, deep in my heart I know that I do believe We shall overcome, someday
We shall live in peace We shall live in peace We shall live in peace, someday
Oh, deep in my heart I know that I do believe We shall overcome, someday
We are not afraid (oh Lord) We are not afraid (oh Lord) We are not afraid, today
Oh, deep in my heart I know that I do believe We shall overcome, someday
We shall overcome (oh Lord) We shall overcome (oh Lord) We shall overcome, someday
Oh, deep in my heart I know that I do believe We shall overcome, someday
We shall overcome, Joan Baez, 1965
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea? And how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? And how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind