It Was A Very Good Year

(albüm: Goin' Places - 1961)

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 perfumed 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