JANUARY MAN

Dave Goulder



Oh the January man he walks abroad in woollen coat and boots of

leather

The February man still wipes the snow from off his hair and blows

his hand

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

In June the man inside the man is young and wants to lend a hand

And grins at each new comer



And in July the man in cotton shirts he sits and thinks on being

idle

The August man in thousands take the road and watch the sea and

find the sun

September man is standing near to saddle up and lead the 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 wind and mist 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 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 for starting each and every year

Along the way for ever



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