Here's my best shot from between the crackles and pops of a well-used LP track. Corrections welcomed!

OLD MAN JONES
(Bill Caddick)

Old man Jones, stiff in his bones
Wakes when the day is dawning
Shakes his head, eats his bread
All by himself in the morning
Spring is bright, but it's cold in the night
And the ground turns winter's hard
So off he goes, frost in his toes
Waits for the day to start

He carries his pack and his dog at his back
Is howling looking for bones
Finding none, he follows on
Behind the old man Jones
Morning breaks and the wind awakes
And the sun goes looking around
Old man Jones, stiff in his bones
Measures the miles to town

Now the seats are hard in the old church yard
But the graves make good wind-breaks
And you just sit fast 'til the rush hour's past
You wait for charity wakes
Well, they don't want fuss when they're after a bus
When their minds are set on the job
But, later on, when the housewives come
They're always good for a bob

Now the days are slow with nowhere to go
When the begging doesn't pay
And you see the men going home again
At the end of the working day
And you see the lights of the homes at night
And your fingers are turning blue
And you wonder when you'll eat again
And you end with a vicar's stew

There's warmth from the sun, bread from a nun
Soup from the Sally Ann
There's work in the pitch, nights in the ditch
And living as best you can
There's a warm summer's day in the park where you lay
But it still turns cold at night
There's snow and sleet, frost on your feet
And dying when the time is right

--Stewie.