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 Under the village green When I was seventeen 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 all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was twenty-one Their chauffeurs would drive Then I was thirty-five Thirty-five 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 And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year A very good year