When Last I Heard The Dipper Sing
When last I heard the dipper sing the stream in flood flowed brown
And birds piped in the leafy groves towards west of Millstreet Town
And hawthorns looked resplendent in their white flowers of the May
And sun that hid all morning peeped through the clouds of gray.
On branch that almost touched the stream the bird with breast of snow
Piped in the early afternoon his voice scratchy and low
He sing before and after rain when dipper's voice you hear
You know the weather's going to change that rain is very near.
When last I heard the dipper sing oh I remember still
Saturday, January 12, 2008