| lyric | 1. When I get older losing my hair,
many years from now,
will you still be sending me a valentine,
birtchday 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 ma,
wehn I’m sixty-four?
You’ll be older too.
Ah, and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
2. 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 ma,
wehn 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 andsave.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee,
Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
3. 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 ma,
wehn I’m sixty-four? |