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 can rent a cottage...
Eh, this one is boring. I'll just think of a different song later [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
~Menelien