InstrumentsVerse 1When I Was Seventeen It Was A Very Good YearIt Was A Very Good Year For Small Town Girls And Soft Summer NightsWe'd Hide From The Lights On The Village GreenWhen I Was SeventeenInstrumentsVerse 2When I Was Twenty-One It Was A Very Good YearIt Was A Very Good Year For City Girls Who Lived Up The StairWith All That Perfumed Hair And It Came UndoneWhen I Was Twenty-OneInstrumentsVerse 3Then I Was Thirty-Five It Was A Very Good YearIt Was A Very Good Year For Blue-Blooded Girls Of Independent MeansWe'd Ride In Limousines Their Chauffeurs Would DriveWhen I Was Thirty-FiveInstrumentsVerse 4But Now The Days Are Short, I'm In The Autumn Of The YearAnd Now I Think Of My Life As Vintage Wine From Fine Old KegsFrom The Brim To The Dregs, And It Poured Sweet And ClearIt Was A Very Good Year
