Денис Клявер - 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 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 Girls
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