All in

Where it began I can't begin to knowing

But then I know it's growing strong

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

But now I

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

One touching one reaching out

Touching me touching you

Sweet caroline

Good times never seem so good

I've been inclined to believe it never would

But now I

Sweet caroline good times never seem so good

I've been inclined to believe it never would ^[1]