Where it began
I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, wasn't 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 seem so good
I've been inclined
to believe it never would

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined
to believe it never would