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many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? 
til quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
And if you say the word, I could stay with you
mending a fuse when the lights have gone I can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride
digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
we could rent a cottage in the Isle of White, If it's not too dear We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at our knees, Vera, Chuck, and Dave
drop me a line stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say, Yours sincerely, wasting away
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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