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 ever more. Will you still need me,will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?