Friday, November 04, 2005
When I'm 64
When I get older, losing my hair
many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till 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 light 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 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?
many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till 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 light 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 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?
