[Intro] Dm A
Dm
When I was seventeen
Eb
It was a very good year
Dm F
It was a very good year for small town girls
Eb
And soft summer nights
D
We'd hide from the lights
C
On the village green
D
When I was seventeen
( Dm A )
Dm
When I was twenty-one
Eb
It was a very good year
Dm F
It was a very good year for city girls
Eb
Who lived up the stair
D
With all that perfumed hair
C
And it came undone
D
When I was twenty-one
( Dm A )
Dm
When I was thirty-five
Eb
It was a very good year
Dm F
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Eb
Of independent means
D
We'd ride in limousines
C
Their chauffeurs would drive
D
When I was thirty-five
( Dm A )
Dm
But now the days grow short
Eb
I'm in the autumn of the year
Dm F
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
Eb
From fine old kegs
D
From the brim to the dregs
C
And it poured sweet and clear
D
It was a very good year
( Dm A )
It was a mess of good years
