When I'm Sixty-Four

When I get older,losing my hair,

Many years from now.

Will you still be sending me a Valentine,

Birthday greetings,bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three,

Would you lock the door

Will you still need me,will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four

You'll be older too,

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be handy,mending a fuse,

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater,by the fireside,

Sunday morning go for a ride.

Doing the garden,digging the weeds,

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me,will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage,

In the Isle of Wight,if it's not too dear.

We shall scrimp and save.

Grandchildren on your knee,

Vera,Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard,drop me a line,

Stating point of view.

Indicate precisely what you mean to say,

"Yours sincerely"wasting away.

Give me your answer,fill in a form,

Mine for ever more.

Will you still need me,will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four?