When I`m Sixty Four

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When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, 
will you still be senting me a Valentine, 
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birthday greetings, bottle of wine? 
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If I`d been out `till quarter to three, would you lock the door? 
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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when 
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I`m sixty-four? 
 
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Hmm------mmm------mmmh. 
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You`ll be older, too. 
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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?