It Was A Very Good Year - Alfie Boe

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year

For small town girls

And soft summer nights

Wed 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 perfumed 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

Wed ride in limousines

Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five