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 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 year