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 perfumed hair
that came undone
When I was twenty-one
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
from the brim to the dregs
It s oh sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
It was a very good year . . .
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