Christy Moore: "January Man"

the January man he goes around
in woolen coat and boots of leather
the February man still shakes the snow
from off his clothes and blows his hands
the man of March sees the Spring
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 new color
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
the man of new October takes the reins
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 comes round again
in woolen 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 road forever