Lyrics:
All along the cold and gross canalThe gray-walled dwarf leaps highDwelling dark victoriousSilent with a cryMorning, morningOn the ledge the leper walksSoft-pawed, cold, lean and crispTelling jokes the old Jew toldLaughing with a lispMorning, morningAt the door, I stand and senseEach picture in its frameSeeking out, in each glanceThe hunchback with my nameMorning, morning