It Was A Very Good Year

When I was 17 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 17 When I was 21 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 21 Then I was 35 It was a very good year It was a very good year For blue-blooded girls of independent means We'd ride in limousines That their chauffeurs would drive When I was 35 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 And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year