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 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 
And now I 

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 it never would 
No, no, no 

Sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good 
Sweet Caroline, I’ve believed I never could… 
Sweet Carolone, good times never seem so good