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 light 
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 stairs 
With perfume 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 independent 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