It Was A Very Good Year

Introdução: 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 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 perfumed hair That came undone, when I was twenty-one When I was thirty-five it was a very good year It was a very good year For blue blooded girls of independant means We'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five 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 the old kegs From the brim to the dregs It poured sweet and clear, it was a very good year