Sweet Caroline

Where it began, I can't begin to know when

But then I know it's growing strong

It wasn't the spring

Then spring became the 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

I look at the night

And I 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 I’m with 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

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