It Was 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 the old kegs,

From the brim to the dregs

It poured sweet and clear;

It was a very good year.