A Very Good Year Songtext
von Ben l’Oncle Soul

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
Under the village green
When I was seventeen
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 perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

Their chauffeurs would drive
Then I was thirty-five
Thirty-five
Thirty-five

But now the days grow 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
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
A very good year