Sweet Caroline
Where it began, I can't begin to know whenBut then I know it's growing strongOoh, wasn't the springAnd spring became the summerWho'd believe you'd come along
Oh, hands, touching hands, reaching outTouching me, touching youOh-ooh, sweet CarolineGood times never seem so goodOh-ooh, I've been inclined to believe they never wouldAnd now I
I look at the night,And it don't seem so lonelyWe fill it up with only two, oh-oohAnd when I hurtHurting runs off my shoulderHow can I hurt when I'm with you
So, one, touching one, reaching outTouching me, touching youOh-ooh, sweet CarolineGood times never seem so goodOh-ooh I've been inclined to believe they never wouldOh-ooh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good…