It Was A Very Good Year

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 perfume hair, and it 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