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…
Are the fires of hell a-glowing…
Is the grizzly reaper mowing…
Yes!
The dangers must be growing…
For the rowers keep on rowing!
And they’re CERTAINLY NOT SHOWING…
ANY SIGNS THAT THEY ARE SLOWING!!
……………………
Stop the boat