Make your own free website on Tripod.com
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 til 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 feen me

When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we could rent a cottage on 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 forever more

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?