"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."