When I’m 64

Paroles et musique : The Beatles

When I’m 64 (1967)

When I get older losing my hair many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine ?
If I’d been out til quarter to three would you lock the door ?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four ?

Oh, you’ll be older too – Ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with 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 could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,
If it’s not too dear
We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,
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 an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four ?

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