Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe & Robert Plant
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe & Michael Ball
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed 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
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
Im 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