When I Go

If we're both not married by twenty-two Could I be so bold and ask you? If we're both not married by twenty-three Will you make my year, and ask me? If we're both not married by twenty-four Will you pass me those knee pads and I'll get on the floor If we're both not married by twenty-five I hope that there's some childish spark still alive Cause there are so many lessons That I just never cared to learn And there are so many questions that still burn Like: Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go? If I get to thirty and I don't have a wife I'll ask you nicely but I won't ask twice If I get to forty and I don't have a spouse I'll fashion you a letter and I'll send it to your house If I get to sixty will you let me slip away Into an armchair for the rest of my days Cos you've got your family and I've got mine The love that we share is for another time Cause there are so many lessons That I just never cared to learn And there are so many questions that still burn, Like: Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go? Will you hold my hand when I go?