Paul Young - It was a very good year

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
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 stair, with all that crazy 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
Their chauffeur would drive, when I was thirty-five
But when the days are short in the autumn of the year
I will think my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs
Pouring sweet and clear, it was a very good year