The January man he goes around in woollen coat and boots of leather
The February man still shakes the snow from off his clothes 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 to watch the children dance away the day
In June the man inside the man is young and wants to lend a hand
And smiles at each newcomer

In July the man in cotton shirt he sits and thinks on being idle
The August man in thousands take the road to watch the sun set by the sea
September man is standing near to saddle up another year
And autumn is his bridle

And the man of new October takes the rain and early frost is on his shoulder
The poor November man sees fire and mist and wind and rain and winter air
December man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers know
They're all a little older

And the January man he comes round again in woollen coat and boots of leather
To take another turn and walk along the icy road he knows so well
The January man is here the start of each and every year
Along the road forever forever forever