There's no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're going

Or which way the wind is blowing

Is it raining? Is it snowing

Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Oh, the fires of hell are 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!

Stop the boat!