When I was seventeen

It was a vary 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 twentyone

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all the perfume hair

And it came undone

When I was twentyone



When I was thirtyfive

It was a vary good year

It was a very good year for blue blooded girls of indipendant means

We'd hide in limousenes

There chouffers would drive

When I was thirtyfive



But now the days are short

I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as village wine from fine old keggs

From the brim to the dreggs

It poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year