Capo III 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 perfumed hair that came undone When I was twenty-one But now the days grow 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 s oh sweet and clear It was a very good year It was a very good year It was a very good year . . . Set8