Sixty Four Beatles # 022 – 10
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine, birthday
greetings,
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?
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have
gone.
C
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go
for a ride.
C7 F
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?
Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
C
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely
wasting away.
C7 F
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?
You'll be older, too.
Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.