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 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 my years
 And 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