The January Man

Oh, the January man
He walks the road in woollen coat
And boots of leather
The February man
Still shakes the snow from off his hair
And blows his hands
Oh, the man of March, he sees the spring
And wonders what the year will bring
And hopes for better weather

Through April rain the man
Goes down to watch the birds come in
To share the summer
The man of May stands very still
Watching the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man
Is young and wants to lend a hand
And grins at each new colour

And in July the man
In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks
On being idle
The August man in thousands takes the road
To watch the sea and find the sun
September man is standing near
To saddle up and leave the year
And autumn is his bridle

And the man of new October
Takes the reins, and early frost
Is on his shoulders
The poor November man
Sees fire and rain and snow and mist
And a winter gale
December man looks through the snow
To let eleven brothers know
They're all a little older

And the January man
Comes round again in woollen clothes
And boots of leather
To take another turn and walk along the icy road
He knows so well
Oh, the January man is here
For starting each and every year
Along the road forever