The January Man

The January Man he walks the road in woolen coat and boots of leather
The February man still shakes the snow from off his head and blows his hands
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 newcomеr

And in July the man in cotton shirt he sits and thinks on being idlе
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

The man of new October takes the reins and early frost is on his shoulder
The poor November man sees fire and rain and mist and wind and bitter gales
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 woolen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn and walk along the icy road he knows so well
The January man is here for starting each and every year
Along the road forever