Madsurg commented on my blog "Traveling at the Speed of Light" and pointed out this beautiful Frank Sinatra song: "It Was a Very Good Year , 1961". I'm sure many of you will be reading its lyrics for the first time.
Here it goes:
It Was A Very Good Year, by Frank Sinatra
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 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
It was a mess of good years
3 comments:
that was really nice
My teacher in highschool once played this song for us, and he got teary eyed.. Ironically enough, I heard the song first when I was 17, so I will always connect it with that age...
Thank you for putting the whole lyrics here.
It is really a good song, and almost with the same ideas as yours in "Traveling at the Speed of Light"...
Anyway, c'est la vie, we all have to do it...At least until someone invent a crazy machine....
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