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When I get older, losing my hair,
many years from D₇now,

will you still be senting me a Valentine,
birthday greetings, Gbottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,
G₇would you lock the Cdoor?
Will you still Eb₇need Gme, will you still E₇feed me, A₇when
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I'm sixty-four?

e D eHmm-mmm-mmmh.
eYou'll be B₇older, too.
eAaah, and if you asay the word,
CI could D₇stay with Gyou.

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?