[Verse 1]
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
Of the village green
When I was seventeen

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It flowed sweet and clear
It was a very good year
[Outro]
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
It was a very good year