When I'm 64 - Barbara Dickson

When I get older losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sendind 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 a word

I could stay with you.

I could be handly 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?