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

Of 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.