Intro: Bm F# Bm When I was seventeen C It was a very good year Bm D It was a very good year for small town girls C And soft summer nights B Weʼd hide from the lights A On the village green B When I was seventeen Bm F# Bm When I was twenty-one C It was a very good year Bm D It was a very good year for city girls C Who lived up the stair B With all that perfumed hair A and it came undone B When I was twenty-one Bm F# Bm When I was thirty-five C It was a very good year Bm D It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls C Of independent means B Weʼd ride in limousines A Their chauffeurs would drive B When I was thirty-five Bm F# Bm But now the days are short C Iʼm in the autumn of the year Bm D And now I think of my life as vintage wine C from fine old kegs B from the brim to the dregs A Itʼs oh sweet and clear B It was a very good year Bm F#
