It Was A Very Good Year

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 stair
 With all that perfumed hair
 And it 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
 And their chauffeurs would drive
 When I was thirty-five
 But now the days grow short
 I'm in the autumn of the years
 And I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
 From the brim to the dregs
 And it poured sweet and clear
 It was a very good year