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,I could be handy, mending a fuse
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
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 cottageSend me a postcard, drop me a line,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear –
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren on your knee –
Vera, Chuck & Dave.
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?
© 1958 Paul McCartney