When I get old, and losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
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.Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for ride.
Doing the garden,digging the weeds, who could ask for more? you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Every we can 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.
me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.
Give your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. Will you still need me, will you feed me, when I'm sixty four?