It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights

On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stairs
With that perfumed hair
And that came undone
When I was twenty one
When I was thirty five

It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty five
But now the days go short
I'm in the autumn of the years
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a gind of good year