where it began,ican’tbegin to know when
but then know it’s growing strong
was in the spring, and spring became the summers
who’d have believed you’d come along
hands, touchin’ hands, reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ 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 fill it up with only two
and when i hurt, hurtin’ runs off my
shoulders
how can i hurt when holdin’ you
warms, touchin’ warm, reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’you
sweet caroline, good times never seemed so good
i’ve been inclined, to believe they never would, oh no no
sweet caroline, good times never seemed so good
sweetcaroline,i believe they never could
