When get old, and losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If 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?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh. You'll be older, and if you say 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
Doing the garden,digging the weeds, who 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 it's not too dear. We shall scrimp and save. Ah, grandchildren your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. Will still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?