It Was A Very Good Year

Intro :  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 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 independant 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 the year  And now I think of my life  As vintage wine from the old kegs  From the brim to the dregs  It poured sweet and clear; it was a very good year !