Where it began I can't begin to knowing
but then I know it's growing strong
was it in the spring
and spring became a 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 they never would
but now I
look at the night
and they don't seem so lonely
we fill it up with only to
and when I hurt
hurting runs off my shoulder
how can I hurt when holding
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
oh no no
sweet caroline
good times never seem so good
sweet caroline
I believe they never could
sweet caroline...