It Was A Very Good Year

Drake



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 light 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 stairs

With perfume hair that 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.