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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 twenty-one
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 twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
And their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of my years
And 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
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 twenty-one   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 twenty-one      When I was thirty-five   It was a very good year   It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls   Of independent means   We'd ride in limousines   And their chauffeurs would drive   When I was thirty-five      But now the days grow short   I'm in the autumn of my years   And 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