When I get old, and losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending me Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door? Will you still need will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh. You'll be older, too.Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside, mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden,digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Every summer we rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not too dear. We shall scrimp and save. Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
Send me postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. Will you still me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?