When I got older losing my life
Many years ago 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 remember me, will you still think of me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'd been older too
And if you’d been here
I would be with you
I thought I lost all, when I lost you
When your light was gone
Sit with me by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you think of me, will you still feel me
If I’d made it to sixty-four?
Every year we could of traveled to Los Barriles
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Riley and K-Moon
Send me a sign, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely where you are
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still think of me, will you love me
Had I made it to sixty-four?
Ho!
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