Where It Began
It was in the spring, then spring became the summer, who'd have believed you'd come along?
Hands, touching hands.
Reaching out, touching me, touching you.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good.
I've been in love.
Inclined to believe they never would, but now I love you the night, and you don't seem
so lonely.
We fill it up with only two.
And when I hurt, hurtin' runs off my shoulders, how can I hurt when I'm holding you?
Warm, touching warm.
Reaching out.
I love you.


Touching you, touching me, touching you.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good.
I've been inclined, to believe you'd come along.


I believe they never were
Oh, no, no
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never were
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never were
Sweet Caroline