Written by Neil Diamond
Where it began, I can t begin to know it
But then I know it s going strong
Was it the spring, and spring became a summer?
Who d have believe you d come along?
Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined, to believe they never would
But now I’m
Look at the night, and it 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 holding you?
Warm, touching Warm
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined, to believe they never would
Oh, no, no
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined, to believe they never would
Sweet Caroline
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