When I was seventeen
  It Was very good very year,
  It was a good year foor small-town girls
  And soft summernights
  We´d hide from 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 stairs
  With all the perfumed hairs
  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-blood girls
  Of independent means
  We ride in limousines
  Their chauffeurs would drive
  When I was thirty-five
  
  But now the days are sure
  I´m in the autumn of the year
  And now I think of my live
  As finished wine from fine old grapes
  From the brim to the drapes
  With heart sweet and clear
  It was a very good year