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John Denver - when I'm sixty
When I get older, losin’ my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greeting, bottle of wine
If I got home at a quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still lead 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 happy fixing a fuse
Whe the lights are gone
You could knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride
Doin’ the garden, diggin’ the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the isle of white
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
You’re sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forever more
Will you still lead me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
Oh yeah
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