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 stairs 
With perfumed hair 
That 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 my years 
And 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


ARTIIST.............




























"It Was A Very Good Year"

Tony Chimes













    
    






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