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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,
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

"Seargent Peppers Lonely Heart Club Band" 1 juni 1967

upplagd av Britt @ 09:10