Lyrics:

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night.
We'd hide from the light 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 girl who lived up the stairs
With perfume 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 independent 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 fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs.
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year