When I’m Sixty-Four

By The Beatles

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from

now,

will you still be senting me a Valentine, birthday greetings,

bottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,

would you lock the

door?

Will you still

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need me,

will you still

feed me,

when

I'm

sixty-

four?

Hmm------

mmm------

mmmh.

You'll be older,

too.

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?