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 grisly reaper mowing? 
Yes! 
The danger must be growing 
For the rowers keep on rowing 
And they`re certainly not showing 
Any signs that they are slowing!