(words & music by Neil Diamond)
Where it began, I can`t begin to know when
But then I know it`s growing strong
Oh, wasn`t the spring, whooo
And spring became the summer
Who`d believe 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 it never would
And now I, I look at the night, whooo
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, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I`ve been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good
