It Was A Very Good Year - The Kingston Trio

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.

It was a very good year for

small town girl and soft summer night.

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 girl who lived up the stairs

With perfume 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 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.