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/ 'Cause the rowers keep on rowing/ And they're certainly not showing/ Any signs that they are slowing