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
When I was thirty five It was a very good year It was a very good year For blue blooded girls Of indenpendent means We'd ride in limousines And their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty five
But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of my years And 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
