when i m sixty four

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when i get older losing my hair,
many years from now
will you still be sending me the valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle of wine
if i’d been out till quarter to three
wold 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 a 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, & dave
send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view
indicater 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.