It Was A Very Good Year - Alfie Boe

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 and it 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

And their chauffeurs would drive when I was 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