Lyrics:

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 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!