It Was A Very Good Year

Robbie Williams feat. Frank Sinatra

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 light 
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 all that perfume 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
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year