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 stair

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,

We'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

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

And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs

But from the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year