It Was a Very Good Year

The Turtles

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.