The January ManHe walks abroad in woolen coatAnd boots of leatherThe February ManStill shakes the snow from off his headAnd blows his handsThe Man of MarchHe sees the springAnd wonders what the year will bringAnd hopes for better weatherThrough April rainThe Man goes down to watchThe birds come in to share the summerAnd the Man of MayStands very stillWatching the children dance away the dayAnd in JuneThe Man inside the Man is youngAnd wants to lend a handAnd smiles at each new comeThe Man of MayAnd in JulyThe Man in cotton shirtHe sits and thinks and be an idolAnd the August Man in thousandsTakes the road to find the seaAnd watch the sunSeptember ManIs standing near to saddle upAnd meet the yearAnd autumn is his bridalAnd in JulyAnd the Man of New OctoberTakes the reinsAnd early frost is on his shoulderAnd the poor November ManSees fire and mistAnd wind and rainAnd winter airDecember ManLooks through the snowTo let eleven brothers knowThey're all a little olderAnd the January ManComes round againIn woolen coats and boots of leatherTo take another turnAnd walk along the icy roadHe knows so wellThe January Man is hereFor starting each and every yearAlong the road foreverAnd in JulyAnd the August Man in cotton shirtHe sits and thinks and be an idolyou