Bert Jansch
The January Man
Oh the January man he walks abroad in woolen coat and boots of leatherThe February man still wipes the snow from off his hair and blows his handThe man of March he sees the Spring and wonders what the year will bringAnd hopes for better weatherThrough April rain the man goes down to watch the birds come in to share the summerThe man of May stands very still watching the children dance away the dayIn June the man inside the man is young and wants to lend a handAnd grins at each new comerAnd in July the man in cotton shirts he sits and thinks on being idleThe August man in thousands take the road and watch the sea and find the sunSeptember man is standing near to saddle up and lead the yearAnd Autumn is his bridleThe man of new October takes the reins and early frost is on his shoulderThe poor November man sees fire and wind and mist and rain and winter airDecember man looks through the snow to let eleven brothers knowThey're all a little olderAnd the January man comes round again in woolen coat and boots of leatherTo take another turn and walk along the icy road he knows so wellThe January man is here for starting each and every yearAlong the way for ever
From Letras Mania