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