I love this lyric and it’s form. The last four lines of each verse are rhyming couplets that describe the memory of the singer beautifully. Here are the lyrics followed by Sinatra’s recording.
It Was a Very Good Year
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
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
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
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