Where it began, I can't begin to know it
But then I know it's going strong
First was the spring, and spring became a summer
Who?d have believe you?d come along.
Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me, touching you.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
I'm inclined, to believe there never would.
Look at the night, and it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt, it runs off of my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you.
Warm, touching warm
Reachin? out, touching me, touching you.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good.