Where it began, I can’t begin to knowin’
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 seemed 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 filled it up with only two

And when I hurt     hurting runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I’m holding you

One, touching one
Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good

I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would