It Was a Very Good Year

Writer(s): Ervin Drake / arr. Gordon Jenkins

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 all that perfumed hair
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-blooded girls
Of independent means. we’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five.
But now the days grow short, I’m in the autumn of my years
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear, it was a very good year
It was a mess of good years

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