Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing

but then I know it’s growing strong.

Was in the spring, and spring became a summer,

who’d have believed you’d come along?

Hands, touching hands,

reaching out, touching me, touching you. 

Sweet Caroline,

good times never seemed so good.

I’ve been inclined 

to believe they never would. 

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 shoulders,

how can I hurt when holding you?

Warm, touching warm,

reaching out, touching me, touching you.

Sweet Caroline...

Sweet Caroline,

good times never seemed so good.

Sweet Caroline,

I believed they never could.