When I was seventeen It was a vary good year It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summernights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen When I was twentyone It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all the perfume hair And it came undone When I was twentyone When I was thirtyfive It was a vary good year It was a very good year for blue blooded girls of indipendantmeans We'd hide in limousenes There chouffers would drive When I was thirtyfive But now the days are short I'm in the autumn of the year And now I think of my life as village wine from fine old keggs From the brim to the dreggs It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year