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