It Was A Very Good Year Lyrics

	Lyrics：Ervin M.Drake Music：Ervin M.Drake
	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 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

	Lyrics: Ervin M. Drake Music: Ervin M. Drake
	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 twentyone, it was a very good year.
	It was a very good year for city
	girls who lived up the stairs
	With perfume hair that came undone
	when I was twentyone.
	When I was thirtyfive, it was a very good year.
	It was a very good year for blueblooded
	girls of independent means.
	We' d ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
	would drive when I was thirtyfive.
	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

	Lyrics: Ervin M. Drake Music: Ervin M. Drake
	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 twentyone, it was a very good year.
	It was a very good year for city
	girls who lived up the stairs
	With perfume hair that came undone
	when I was twentyone.
	When I was thirtyfive, it was a very good year.
	It was a very good year for blueblooded
	girls of independent means.
	We' d ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs
	would drive when I was thirtyfive.
	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

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