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 'till a 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 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, Ada, 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