文本歌词

Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
It wasn't the spring
Then 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 seem so good
I've been inclined to believe they never would
But now I
I look at the night
And I don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when I'm with you?
One, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe they never would
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe they never would
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe they never would