Lyrics to "When I was 17"
When I was 17, it was a very good year,
A very good year for Small Town Girls and Soft Summer nights
We'd hide from the lights, on the villiage green, when I was 17.
When I was 21, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year, for a city girl who lived up the stair, with her perfumed hair
and it came undone, when I was 21.
when 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 limosines, their chauffers would drive, when I was 35
but now the days are short, I am in the Autumn of my years
An 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 for Small Town Girls and Soft Summer nights
We'd hide from the lights, on the villiage green, when I was 17.
When I was 21, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year, for a city girl who lived up the stair, with her perfumed hair
and it came undone, when I was 21.
when 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 limosines, their chauffers would drive, when I was 35
but now the days are short, I am in the Autumn of my years
An 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.