When I’m Sixty-Four

Lyrics

When I get older, losin' my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine Birthday greeting, bottle of wine If I got home at a quarter to three Would you lock the door Will you still lead me Will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be happy fixing a fuse Whe the lights are gone You could knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday morning go for a ride Doin' the garden, diggin' the weeds Who could ask for more Will you still lead me Will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of White 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 You're sincerely wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine forever more Will you still lead me Will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four Oh yeah