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 64?

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 64?

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 84?