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 Of 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 stairs With all that perfumed hair That came undone When I was 21 ♪ But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of the year And I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs And 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 It was a very good year