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 stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone when I was twenty-onе

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good yеar 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 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