Where it began, I can’t begin to knowin’,
But then I know it’s growin’ strong.
Was it the spring, then spring became the summer,
Who’d -a 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?
Warm, touchin’ warm,
Reachin’ out, touchin’ me, touchin’ you.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good.
I’m inclined to believe they never would
Oh, no. no. Sweet Caroline,
Good times never seemed so good.
I’ve been inclined to believe they never would.