Where it began, I can't begin to know
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't the spring,
And spring became the summer
Who'd believe that you'd come along

Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined
to believe they never would
And now I,

I look at the night,
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you

Oh, warm, touching warm, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe they never would

Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good