When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
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 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 pours sweet and clear
It is a very good year
.
as sung by FRANK SINATRA
6 comments:
Beautiful pictures - so well chosen.
(ya don't suppose she cares if I hum while she's taking orders do ya?)
*humming softly*
A fine song.
Oh I love those old barrels. All the pictures are lovely and it's so nice to think back and remember good years. A good song.
hmmm, that stairwell reminds me of the post where you did some random thing and it ended up being your band name and the name of your album. What ever happened to that?
shot I have it safely tucked away. . .
mig is it, isn't it! (nice to remember good years)
Man very fine indeed
Mel she doesn't mind at all
KAZ thanks! ps pop back over and collect something, will you please?!
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