When we're seventy, will we still go to Venice
When we're seventy, will my lack of balance become a menace
I hope not
When we're seventy-five, will we still look after our garden
When we're seventy-five, although my arteries will have had time to harden
And though I might be afflicted with the gout
I'm hoping that my heart holds out
I'm hoping that my heart holds out
When we're eighty, will we still go out for dinner
When we're eighty, though the funds are getting thinner
I hope so
When we're eighty-five, will you still do the crossword with me
When we're eighty-five, will you still have cross words with me
And though I might call you an old trout
I'm hoping that my heart holds out
I'm hoping that my heart holds out
Getting old, that's just part of the pattern
Though most of the time it isn't any fun
Someone to hold, noi matter what happens
Can paper the cracks, straighten the tracks
Smooth the road, share the load
Hold your hand, until the race is run
When we're ninety, will will I still drive you crazy
When we're ninety, will you still call me lazy
Probably
When we're ninety-five, I'll still fight for your honour
When we're ninety-five, although I might look like a goner
And all the rules of like we'll flout
As long as our hearts hold out
As long as our hearts hold out
I'm hoping that my heart holds out
I'm hoping that my heart holds out