64?, Beatles

When I’m sixty-four

When I get older
losing my hair
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me valentine,
birthday greetings,
bottle of wine?

If 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?

I could be handy
mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by fire-side,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride

Doing the garden,
digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty four?

Send me a post-card,
drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely wasting away.

Give me an answer,
fill in a form,
Mine forever more
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty four?

Beatles

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