It Was a Very Good Year Songtext
von Paul Anka

When I was 17
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
On the village green
When I was 17


When I was 21
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was 21

Then I was 35
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For blue-blooded girls of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
That their chauffeurs would drive
When I was 35


But now the days are short
I′m in the autumn of my years
And 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