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 all that perfumed hair, 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 that their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years

And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs

But from the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year