WBhen I get older, losing my hair, many years fromB7 now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine,
birthday greetings,B bottle of wine?
If I`d been out `till quarter to threeB7, would you lock theC door?
Will you stillCb7 need me,B will you stillC7 feed me,C7 when
I`mB7 sixty-Bfour?

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Acaah, and if you csay the word, CI couldB7 stay with Byou.

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?