Green Green Grass of Home

When I'm sixty four by the Beatles.

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 till 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 mornings 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 & 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 forevermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four.

it's always so sweet to see old couples walking hand in hand on the streets. many times i would wonder if i will be able to enjoy tat kind of happiness too. like them, hand in hand, heart to heart, to finish the rest of the journey....... together.

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