Where it began, I can't begin to know when,

But then I know it's growing strong.
Was in the spring,

And spring became the Summer
Who'd believe [bad word] 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
I've been inclined to believe it never would oooh oh no..\