[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