It Was A Very Good Year

It Was A Very Good Year - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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 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

And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year