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 All the fires of hell are blowing; is the grizzly 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?