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 light 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 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 independent 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 fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs

It poured sweet and clear

It was a very good, a very good, a very good year