
When I get older losing my hair,Many years from now,Will you still be sending me a valentineBirthday greetings bottle of wine?If I'd been out till quarter to threeWould 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 fuseWhen your lights have gone.You can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday mornings go for a ride.Doing the garden, digging the weeds,Who could ask for...