Where it began,
I can’t begin to know when
But then I know it’s growing strong
Was in the spring,
And spring became the summer
Who’d have believed you’d come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I’ve been inclined to believe
they never would, But now I,
look at the night,
And it don’t seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two,
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you
Warm, touching warm, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I’ve been inclined to believe
it never would Oh No No
Sweet Caroline,
good times never seem so good
I’ve been inclined to believe
it never would Sweet Caroline