When I get older, losing my hair, many years from nowWill you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wineIf I'd been out till quarter to three, would you lock the doorWill you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-fourYou'll be older tooAnd if you say the word, I could stay with youI could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have goneYou can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings go for a rideDoing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for moreWill you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-fourEvery summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dearWe shall scrimp our sayGrandchildren on your kneeVera, Chuck and DaveSend me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to sayYou're sincerely wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a formMine forevermoreWill you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four