Introd: 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!