When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
It was a very good year for small town girls
On the village green
When I was seventeen When I was twentyIt was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
With all that perfumed hair
Who lived up the stair
When I was twentyAnd it came undone
When I was thirty
It was a very good year for blueWe'd ride in limousines
It was a very good year
Of independent means
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty
But now the days grow short
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
And it poured sweet and clear
From the brim to the dregs
I'm in the autumn of the year
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years.
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