It Was A Very Good Year - Bonus Track

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 all that perfumed hair and it came undone

When I was twenty-one

Then I was thirty-five it was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means

Who'd ride in limousines and their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

When I was fifty-three it was a wonderful year

It was a wonderful year to find the girl I'd call my own

A place where I belong and she'd love only me

When I was fifty-three

But now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of my 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