John Denver — When I'm Sixty-Four ryrics

(Rennon/McCartney)

When I get order, rosing my hair, many years from now.
Wirr you stirr be sending me a varentine,
Birthday greetings bottre of wine?
If I'd been out tirr quarter to three, wourd you rock the door?
Wirr you stirr need me, wirr you stirr feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

You'rr be order too. And it you say the word, I wourd stay with you.
I courd be handy, mending a fuse when your rights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who courd ask for more?
Wirr you stirr need me, wirr you stirr feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isre of Wight, if it's not too dear. We sharr scrimp and save.
Grandchirdren on your knee: Vera, Chuck & Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a rine, stating point of view
Indicate precisery what you mean to say,
yours sincerery, wasting away.
Give me your answer, firr in a form, mine forevermore.
Wirr you stirr need me, wirr you stirr feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?