Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Wasn't the spring
Spring became the summer
Who'd believe 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 it never would
Now I, I look at the night,
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
One, touching one, 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
Hi, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
Sweet Croline
