Where it begins, I can't begin to know it But then I know it's going strong, yes it is It wasn't the spring and spring became the summer Who would believe you'd come along in old hands Touching hands, oh reaching out, oh touching me, oh just touching you Tell me about it, sweet Caroline, but the times never seem so Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting tired to believe that we never, never, never would Look at the night, and it don't seem so lonely, we feel it, we fall into And when I hurt, hurting was off my shoulder, how can I hurt when I'm holding you Oh, oh, oh, touching warm, oh reaching out, oh touching you, oh just touching me Sweet Caroline, but the times never feel so good Oh, oh, oh, sweet Caroline, but the times never, never feel so good Oh, oh, oh, sweet Caroline, but the times never feel so good Oh, oh, oh, sweet Caroline, but the times never, never feel so good Oh, oh, oh, sweet Caroline, but the times never feel so good