| How many roads must a man walk
down, Before you'll call him a man,
How many seas must the white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand,
Yes'n, how many times must the cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever bannned,
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind." |
A bullet from the back of a bush
took Medgar Evers' blood. A finger fired the trigger to
his name.
A handle hid out in the dark, A hand set the spark,
Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain,
But he can't be blamed He's only a pawn in their game. |
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'. |
