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 Of 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 perfumed hair That came undone When I was twenty-one 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 keg From the brim to the dregs It flowed 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