A Very Good Year

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
 It was a very good year for music loving girls
 And late-punk new wave nights
 We'd pogo in the lights
Near 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 university girls
 Who lived up the stair
 With all their dark hennaed 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 wine-bar career girls
 Of independent means
 In tight pop-button jeans
Into their mascaraed lives I’d dive
 When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of my years
 And 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