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

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