Cover of Bob Dylan's The Times They Are A-Changin'.
The Times They Are A-Changin'
The Byrds Lyrics
Instrumental
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@비정한세상
Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
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
Keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And watch what you say, for the wheel's still in spin
There's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will rattle your windows and shake down your walls
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
@takeamobilecom
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
@Threetails
Never ceases to amaze me what The Byrds did with Bob Dylan's songs. It was one of those creative perfect storms: a brilliant songwriter and a brilliant band.
@rjwintl
it was truly 'far out' ahead of its time in context too !!!
@swyman10
I still prefer the Band with Dylan...it’s only natural ☮️
@msoiseth3419
There definitely was a magic sound with the combination of McGuinn's 12 string, his vocal and the harmonies.
@johnlornie9741
As an aside Mr tambourine man by the Byrds, was the only Dylan song to hit no one on the charts at that time. 😊
@GAK52
This group was my favorite in high school. I still love to hear those old songs.
@InsaneStryker777
I still cover this song with this flow…
Very lovely…
@비정한세상
Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam
Admit that the waters around you have grown
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
Keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And watch what you say, for the wheel's still in spin
There's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will rattle your windows and shake down your walls
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
@captainsoul1953
Excellent
@takeamobilecom
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