When I was seventeen
It Was very good very year,
It was a good year foor small-town girls
And soft summernights
We'd hide from 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 stairs
With all the perfumed hairs
And it 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-blood girls
Of independent means
We ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are sure
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my live
As finished wine from fine old grapes
From the brim to the drapes
With heart sweet and clear
It was a very good year