Perce, you’ve grown older, losing your hair,
Any day from now.
You’ve been always sending me a Valentine,
Birthday Greetings, bottles of wine.
When you got home at quarter to three
I hadn’t locked the door. . .
Yes, you did need me, yes you did feed me
When you were sixty-four.
Now you are older by just a year
Will you be the same?
Will I still be knitting by the fireside?
Sunday evening – take a bus ride?
Digging the garden, cutting the grass
Keeps your mind alive.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me?
Now you’re sixty-five.
SING ALONG http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCss0kZXeyE