Prelude

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 For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing Stop the boat