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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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
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