January Man

Oh the January man he walks abroad

In woolen coat and boots of leather

The February man still wipes the snow

From off his hair 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

To watch 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 shirts

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 another 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 wind and mist and rain and winter air

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 way for ever