1. Strophe 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.
2. Strophe 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 and it came undone, when I was twenty-one.
3. Strophe 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.
4. Strophe 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.