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!
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing,
and they're certainly not showing,
Any signs that they are slowing!
STOP THE BOAT!
|
