Through April rains 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 strong and wants to lend a hand
And smiles at each new color
And in July the man in cotton
shirt, he sits and thinks on being idle
The August man in thousands
takes the road to find the sea and watch the sun
September man is standing
near to saddle up and leave the year and autumn is his bridle
Then the man of new October
takes the reins, and early frost is on his shoulders
The poor November man sees
ice and wind and frost and mist and winter gale
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 clothes and boots of leather
To take another turn and walk
along the icey road he knows so well
Oh the January man is here,
to welcome each and every year along the road forever
© 1986 Dave Goulder
ABOUT THE SONG:
THE JANUARY MAN was written
by British songwriter Dave Goulder. It has been a favorite of mine and
it always comes to mind at this time of year. The months and seasons frequently
feel like powerful people marching through my life, friends and strangers
all.
Merle Schlesinger
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