Frank Sinatra's - Very Good Year
Can just imagine where Frankie was coming from when he wrote this..brillant.
Here's an awfully pretty folk song
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 lights on the village green
When I was seventeen
[brief instrumental]
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
[brief instrumental]
Then 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
[brief instrumental]
But now the days grow 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, and it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
[brief instrumental]
It was a mess of good years
Listen to it for urself.
http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Frank-Sinatra/It-Was-a-Very-Good-Year.html
Makes me wish i lived in those days of ole blue eyes x