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. (Repeat Intro) 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. (Repeat Intro) 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're ride in limousines that their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five. (Repeat Intro) And now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years, And now I think of my life as vintage wines In fine old kegs; From the brim to the dregs, they pour sweet and clear... It was a very good year. Instrumental Coda: | |