No dia dos meus anos os meus filhos cantaram-me esta canção e eu adorei

When I'm Sixty-Four(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 til quarter to three would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Oh, you'll be older too -

Ah 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 could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,

If it's not too dear

We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,Vera, Chuck, and 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 an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?