When I`m Sixty Four

 (G)                                               (D7) 
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, 
will you still be senting me a Valentine, 
                   (G) 
birthday greetings, bottle of wine? 
                                      (G7)                  (C) 
If I`d been out `till quarter to three, would you lock the door? 
              (Eb7)      (G)              (E7)       (A7) 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when 
   (D7)     (G) 
I`m sixty-four? 
 
 (Em)       (D)        (Em) 
(Hmm)------mmm------mmmh. 
 (Em)              (B7) 
You`ll be older, too. 
 (Em)              (Am)            (C)      (D7)         (G) 
Aaah, and if you say the 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 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? 
 
Every summer we can rent a cottage 
in the Isle of Wight if it`s not to dear. 
We shall scrimp and save. 
Ah, 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, 
yours sincerely wasting away. 
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more. 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
when I`m sixty four?