Where it began
I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Wasn't the spring
And spring became the summer
Who to 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 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 shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm with you
Warm touching warm reaching out
Touching me touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
Oh no no
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
I've been inclined
To believe they never would