It Was A Very Good Year (Remastered 2008)

Here's an awfully pretty folk song 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 Then 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 the year 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