Where it began
I can´t begin to know when
But then I know it´s growing strong
wasn´t the spring
And spring became 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

Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good
Oh I´ve been inclined to believe it never would

Ohhh, no,no,no