January Man – Damh The Bard – letras

Oh the January man he walks abroadIn woolen coat and boots of leatherThe February man still wipes the snowFrom off his hair and blows his handsThe man of March he sees the SpringAnd wonders what the year will bringAnd hopes for better weatherThrough April rain the man goes downTo watch the birds come in to share the summerThe man of May stands very stillTo watch the children dance away the dayIn June the man inside the manIs young and wants to lend a handAnd grins at each new colourAnd in July the man in cotton shirtsHe sits and thinks on being idleThe August man in thousands takes the roadTo watch the sea and find the sunSeptember man is standing nearTo saddle up another the yearAnd Autumn is his bridleThe man of new October takes the reinsAnd early frost is on his shoulderThe poor November man sees fireAnd wind and mist and rain and winter airDecember man looks through the snowTo let eleven brothers knowThey’re all a little olderAnd the January man comes round againIn woolen coat and boots of leatherTo take another turn and walk alongThe icy road he knows so wellThe January man is hereFor starting each and every yearAlong the way for ever