When I’m Sixty-Four

When I get older, losin' my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greeting, bottle of wine

If I got home at a quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still lead 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 happy fixing a fuse
Whe the lights are gone
You could knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride

Doin' the garden, diggin' the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of White
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
You're sincerely wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forever more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four

Oh yeah