IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR

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