When I`m Sixty-Four

When I get olderlosing my hair, <br>Many years from now. <br>Will you still be sending me a valentine <br>Birthday greetings bottle of wine. <br>If I`d been out till quarter to three <br>Would you lock the door, <br>Will you still need me, will you still feed me, <br>When I`m sixty-four. <br><br>You`ll be older too, <br>And it you say the word, <br>I could stay with you. <br><br>I could be handy, mending a fuse <br>When your lights have gone. <br>You can knit a sweater by the fireside <br>Sunday mornings go for a ride, <br>Doing the garden, digging the weeds, <br>Who could ask for more. <br>Will you still need me, will you still feed me, <br>When I`m sixty-four. <br><br>Every summer we can rent a cottage, <br>In the Isle of Wight, if it`s not too dear <br>We shall scrimp and save <br>Grandchildren on your knee <br>Vera Chuck &amp; Dave. <br><br>Send me a postcard, drop me a line, <br>Stating point of view <br>Indicate precisely what you mean to say <br>Yours sincerely, wasting away <br>Give me your answer, fill in a form <br>Mine for evermore <br>Will you still need me, will you still feed me, <br>When I`m sixty-four.