Letras de Prelude (The Family Trip)

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 (Growing)

Oh, the fires of Hell are glowing
Is the grisly Reaper mowing?

Yes, the dangers must be growing! (Faster, faster!)
For the rowers keep on rowing! (Faster, faster!)

And they're certainly not showing (Faster, faster!)
Any signs that they are slowing! (Faster, faster!)

Stop the boat