The January man he walks abroad
In woollen coat and boots of leather
The February man still shakes the snow
From off his hat 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 watching the children
Dance away the day
And in June the man inside the man
Is young and wants to lend a hand
And smiles on each newcomer
And in July the man in cotton shirt he sits
And thinks on being idle
And the August man in thousands take the road
To watch the sea and find the sun
September man is standing near
To saddle up and leave year
And Autumn is his bridle
And the man of new October takes the reins
And early frost is on his shoulder
And the poor November man sees fire and mist
And wind and rain and winter air
And 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 woollen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn and walk along
The icy road he knows so well
And the January man is here
For starting each and every year
Along the road forever