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 

You'll be older too 
And if you say the word 
I could stay with you 

I could be handy mending a fuse 
when your light 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 on the 
Isle of Wight, 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 
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