The January Man

	作词 : Goulder
	Oh the January man,
	He walks the road in woollen coat
	And boots of leather;
	The February man still shakes the snow from off his hair
	And blows his hands;
	Oh 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 colour.
	And in July the man,
	In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks
	Of being idle;
	The August man in thousands takes the road
	To watch the sea and find the sun;
	September man is standing near
	To saddle up and leave the year,
	And autumn is his bridle.
	And the man of new October
	Takes the reins, and early frost
	Is on his shoulders;
	The poor November man sees fire and rain and snow and mist
	And a 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 woollen clothes,
	And boots of leather,
	To take another turn and walk along the icy road
	He knows so well;
	Oh the January man is here
	For starting each and every year
	Along the road forever.

	zuò cí : Goulder
	Oh the January man,
	He walks the road in woollen coat
	And boots of leather
	The February man still shakes the snow from off his hair
	And blows his hands
	Oh 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 colour.
	And in July the man,
	In cotton shirt, he sits and thinks
	Of being idle
	The August man in thousands takes the road
	To watch the sea and find the sun
	September man is standing near
	To saddle up and leave the year,
	And autumn is his bridle.
	And the man of new October
	Takes the reins, and early frost
	Is on his shoulders
	The poor November man sees fire and rain and snow and mist
	And a 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 woollen clothes,
	And boots of leather,
	To take another turn and walk along the icy road
	He knows so well
	Oh the January man is here
	For starting each and every year
	Along the road forever.