Where it began, I can't begin to know whenBut then I know it's growing strongOh, wasn't the springAnd spring became the summer
Who'd have believe you'd come alongHands, touching hands, reaching outTouching me, touching youSweet Caroline
Good times never seem so goodI've been inclined
to believe it 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
One, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe they never would
Sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
Sweet Caroline, I believe they never could...
