When I’m Sixty Four Songtext
von Barry Gibb

When I get older, losing my hair
Many years from now
Will 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?
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 fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning, 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?