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


Oh, The Fires Of Hell Are Glowing


Is The Grisly Reaper Mowing?


Yes! The Danger Must Be Growing (Faster! Faster!)


For The Rowers Keep In Rowing (Faster! Faster!)


And They're Certainly Not Showing (Faster! Faster!)


Any Signs That They Are Slowing (Faster! Faster!)


Stop The Boat.