[G]When I get older, losing my hair, many years from [D7]now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine, birthday greetings, [G]bottle of wine?
If I`d been out `till quarter to three, [G7]would you lock the [C]door?
Will you still [Eb7]need me, [G]will you still [E7]feed me, [A7]when
I`m [D7]sixty-[G]four?
[Em]Hmm——[D]mmm——[Em]mmmh.
[Em]You`ll be older, [B7]too.
[Em]Aaah, and if you [Am]say the word, [C]I could [D7]stay with [G]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 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?