Gene Wilder — The Wondrous Boat Ride

[Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] Is it raining, is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? [Verse 2] 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? [Outro] Yes! The danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing