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 lndependent 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 fine old kegs
From the brim
To the dregs
It poured
Sweet and clear
It was a very good year