When I was a young Schoolboy more than five decades ago
I first saw the dark brown river bird with breast as white as snow
On a rock midst the stream rapids a mile west of the town
I watched as he sang his head bobbed up and down.

I asked an old fellow one I knew would know
Who is the dark brown river bird with breast white as snow
He said that's a shy bird too wild for to tame
A bird of the waterways dipper it's name.

A memory from long ago and far away
The song of the dipper is with me today
From time to time a bird I did hear and see
His scratchy notes became familiar to me.

The beauty of Nature a thing to enjoy
I watched as he sang with the wonderment of a boy
The sky overcast it was threatening to rain
That beautiful memory with me does remain.