When I Was 17 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
17 When I Was 21 It Was A
Very Good Year It Was A Very Good Year
For City Girls Who Lived Up The Stair With
All That Perfumed Hair And It Came Undone When
I Was 21 When I Was 35 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 35 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