When I'm Sixty-Four

When I get older, losin' my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a Valentine

Birthday greeting, bottle of wine

If I got home at a quarter to three

Would you lock the door

Will you still lead 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 happy fixing a fuse

Whe the lights are gone

You could knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday morning go for a ride

Doin' the garden, diggin' the weeds

Who could ask for more

Will you still lead me

Will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of White

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

You're sincerely wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine forever more

Will you still lead me

Will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four

Oh yeah