It Was A Very Good Year

It Was A Very Good Year - Joe Girard

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