Claudine Longet - When I’m Sixty-Four lyrics

When I get older, grey in my hair
Many years from now
Would 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?
Would you still need me? Would
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


You could be handy, mending a fuse
When my lights have gone
I 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 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 for evermore
Will you still need me? Will
You still feed me when I'm sixty-four?