♪♪ 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 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 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 all the perfume here Oh, and it came undone When I was twenty-one Oh! ♪♪♪ When I was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year For boys and girls of independent means We'd ride in limousines And their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah! ♪♪♪ But now the days grow short I'm in the autumn of my years And now I think of my life As vintage wine from final canister From the brim to the dress And it goes sweet and clear It was a very good, very good, very good Very good year It was a very good year Oh, sweet and clear It was a very good year Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It was a very good year I'm in the autumn of my years But they are very good years I'm in the autumn of my years