Sweet Caroline

Where it began, I can't begin to know when But then I know it's growing strong Wasn't the spring And spring became the summer Who'd have 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 it 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 Hurting runs off my shoulder How can I hurt when holding 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, oh no no Sweet Caroline Good times never seem so good Sweet Caroline I believe they never could Sweet Caroline