It was a very good year

Gunter thought of its youth from late. And it forms Gunter sadly..., therefore sad Gunter wrote this song:

As I seventeen was
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small city girls
And yield sommernaechte
We would hide ourselves from the lights
On that village-green
As I seventeen was

As I twenty-in was
It a very good year was,
It a very good year for city girls was,
Those the stairs with everything lived up,
The hair parfuemierte and it came annuliert,
As I twenty-in was

When I was thirty-five,
it was a very good year,
it a very good year for blue blooded girls of the independent means was,
we in sedans would ride,
their drivers would drive,
as I thirty-five was

But the days short-circuit grow now,
which is I in the autumn of the yearly
and now I think of my life as wine read wine
of the fine old barrels
from the edge to the arrears
and it poured sweet and freely
it was a very good year

It was a confusion of the good years