When I'm Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair,Many years from now.Will you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to threeWould 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 fuseWhen your lights have gone.You can knit a sweater by the fireside,Sunday mornings 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 Wright, if it’s not too dear.We shall scrimp and save.Grandchildren on your knee -Vera, Chuck & 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 evermore".Will you still need me, will you still feed me,When I’m sixty-four?