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 summer

Who'd believed you'd come along

Hands

Touching hands

Reaching out

Touching me

Touching you

Oh

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I've been inclined

To believe it never would

Oh

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

Oh

I've been inclined

To believe it never would

Oh, no, no