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 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 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 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 for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When i'm sixty-four?