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When I'm Sixty-Four




















When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greeting, 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
















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?























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










Will you still need me, Will you still feed me,



















When I'm sixty-four












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