It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for small town girlsAnd soft summer nightsWe'd hide from the lightsOn the village greenWhen I was seventeen
When I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for city girlsWho lived up the stairWith all that perfumed hairAnd it came undoneWhen I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-fiveIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for blue-blooded girlsOf independent meansWe'd ride in limousinesTheir chauffeurs would driveWhen I was thirty-five
But now the days are shortI'm in the autumn of the yearAnd now I think of my life as vintage wineFrom fine old kegsFrom the brim to the dregsIt poured sweet and clearIt was a very good year