January Man

The January man, he walks the road
 In woolen coat and boots of leather
 The February man, he shakes 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 rains the man comes 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 color
 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 another 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
 Snow and mist and wintry gale
 December man looks through the snow
 To let eleven brothers know
 They're all a little older
 The January man comes 'round again
 In woolen coat and boots of leather
 To take another turn
 Along the icy road he knows so well
 For January man is here
 At the start of each and every year
 Along that road forever