Lyrics:

When I get older, losin my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greeting, bottle of wine

If I got home at a quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When Im sixty-four

Youll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be happy fixing a fuse
Whe the lights are gone
You could knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride

Doin the garden, diggin the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When Im sixty-four

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the isle of white
If its 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
Youre sincerely wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forever more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When Im sixty-four

Oh yeah