RowingSong

Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way

Faster faster, faster faster



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 slowing