Lyrics:

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.