It Was a Very Good Year

When I was 17

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 17

When I was 21

It was a very good year

It was a very good year

For city girls

Who lived upstairs

With all that perfume hair

And it came undone

While I was 21

When I was 35

It was a very good year

It was a very good year

For blue-blooded girls

Of independent means

We'd ride in limousines

And their chauffeurs would drive

When I was 35

But now the days are short

I'm in the autumn of the year

Now I think of my life

As vintage wine

From fine oak kegs

From the brim to the dregs

And it pours sweet and clear

It was a very good year

It was a very good year

It was a very good year