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 stairs
With perfumed hair
That 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
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 my years
And 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