When I get old er los ing my hair man y years from now,

will you still be send ing me a val en tine, birth day greet ings, bot tle of wine?

If I’d been out till quar ter to three, would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m six ty four?

Ooh.

You’ll be old er too.

Ah,

and if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be hand y mend ing a fence when your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweat er by the fire to side, Sun day morn ings, go for a ride.

Do ing the gar den, dig ging the weeds, who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m six ty four?

Ev ’ry sum mer we can rent a cot tage in the Isle of Wight if it’s not too dear.

We shall scrimp and save.

Grand chil dren on your knee;

Ve ra, Chuck and Dave.

four?

Ho!