change

The times they are a-changin’

The first one now will later be last

Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command

And the words that are used for to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken

Strike another match, go start anew

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Oh, the locusts sang, and they were singing for me

This wheel’s on fire, rolling down the road

Sixteen years, sixteen banners united over the field

There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar

Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire

I used to care, but things have changed

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

The place I love best is a sweet memory, it’s a new path that we trod

I feel a change comin’ on, and the last part of the day is already gone

I’ve just reached a place where the willow don’t bend