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 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 boys who lived up the stair.
With their nice combed hair.

And we had so much fun 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 that their chauffeurs would drive.
When I was thirty-five, thirty-five.

But now the days are short, we´re in the autumn of the year.
And now we think of our lives as vintage wine.
From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs.
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year!

It was a very good year!

Very good year!
Very good year!