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 grow 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 And it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year