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Song by The Beatles
When I get older losing my hairMany years from nowWill you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the doorWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four
You'll be older tooAnd if you say the wordI could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuseWhen your lights have goneYou can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday mornings go for a rideDoing the garden, digging the weedsWho could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottageIn the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dearWe shall scrimp and saveGrandchildren on your kneeVera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a lineStating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to sayYours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a formMine for evermoreWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-fourSongwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
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