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 twentyone, it was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair, with all that crazy hair

And it came undone, when I was twentyone



When I was thirtyfive, it was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines

Their chauffeur would drive, when I was thirtyfive



But when the days are short in the autumn of

the year

I will think of my life as vintage wine

From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs

Pouring sweet and clear, it was a very good year