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 For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
