When I´m Sixty Four - The Beatles

When I get older losing my hair, 
Many years from now. 
Will you still be sending 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 need me, will you still feed me, 
When I´m sixty four. 

You´ll be older too, 
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 too dear, 
We shall scrimp and save. 
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 for evermore. 
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, 
When I´m sixty four.