On an early Cambridge morning
A baby daughter cried
But a thousand heads on bicycles rode by
Twas some younger Cambridge mother
That abandoned her and fled
Expectant that someone should hear her cry
Cambridge morning, Cambridge morning
Had a baby with no name
Had a thousand heads on bicycles
But no mother she could claim
An elder park attendant
Would have heard the baby's cries
But the Cambridge morning paper kept him b
In a London business office
The eyes of that dear child
Were smiling from a face that couldn't cry
Would a photograph remember
The falling Cambridge sun
One moment spent in passion neath the sky
Cambridge morning, Cambridge morning
Never speak your father's name
Never mention those who loved you
Never murmur how you came