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
Wed 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-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
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
Im 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

It was a mess of good years