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