There’s no earthly way of knowing…
Which direction we are going…
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing…
Or which way the river’s flowing…
Is it raining…
Is it snowing…
Is a hurricane a-blowing…
Not a speck of light is showing…
So the danger must be growing…
Are the fires of hell a-glowing…
Is the grizzly reaper mowing…
Yes!
The dangers must be growing…
For the rowers keep on rowing!
And they’re CERTAINLY NOT SHOWING…
ANY SIGNS THAT THEY ARE SLOWING!!
Stop the boat
