First was the spring and spring became the summer who'd 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 they never would
Look at the night doesn't seem so lonely fill it up with only two
And when I hurt it runs off my shoulder how can I hurt when I'm holdin' you
Warm touching warm reaching out touching me touching you
Oh sweet Caroline...
Sweet Caroline...
Oh sweet Caroline good times never seemed so good
