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The lyrics are the best part. If you don't have time to listen, then just read the lyrics. It's more of a poem, really. .
Oh, the January man, he walks abroad in woolen coat and boots of leather.
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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 newcomer. .
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 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. .
