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