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