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!
Gwynnthiere Community Member 
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