It Was A Very Good Year — Robbie Williams

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 Light 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 stairs With perfume hair That 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 chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short I'm in the autumn of the year And now I think of my life As vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year