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 twentyone, it was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls who lived up the stair
With perfumed hair
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 independant means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five
But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life
As vintage wine from the old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear; it was a very good year