O 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,
An d grins at each new -comer
And in July, the man in cotton shirt
He sits and thinks on being idle
The August man in the thousands
Takes the road to watch the sea
and find the sun.
September man is standing near
To saddle up and lead the year
And au tumn is his bridal.
An d the man of new October
Takes the reins
And early frost is on his shoulder
.
The poor November man sees
fire and rain,
And snow and mist and 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 woolen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn
and walk along
Along the icy road he knows so well
Oh, the January man is here
For starting each and every year
Along the road forever