The morning found, the morning found,
The morning found, me down on the blue canal
With a fistful of hope and a stomach full of doubt

And happy though she was, I could see my baby's love.
It was fading into dusk. It was fading, yes it was.
And the morning found, the morning found,
The morning found, me down on the blue canal
With a fistful of hope and a stomach full of doubt

And happy though she seemed, I could see my baby's dreams
They were cool, and calm, and clean
And none of them for me.
And none of them for me.

And the morning found, the morning found,
The morning found, me down on the blue canal
With a fistful of hope and a stomach full of doubt