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 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 in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp our say
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
You're sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four