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 all that perfumed hair
and it came undone
When I was twenty one
Then 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 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 poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year