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

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
It was a very good year

It was a very good year

It was a very good year