Prelude: The Family Trip Lyrics

Prelude: The Family Trip

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
all the fires of Hell are growing
is the grisly reeper mowing?
Yes! the danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they're certainly not showing
any signs of slowing
....stop the boat...

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