Where it began, I can't begin to know it But then I know it's going strong First was the spring, and spring became a summer Who?d have believe you?d come along. Hands, touching hands Reaching out, touching me, touching you. Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good I'm inclined, to believe there never would. Look at the night, and it don't seem so lonely We fill it up with only two And when I hurt, it runs off of my shoulder How can I hurt when holding you. Warm, touching warm Reachin? out, touching me, touching you. Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good.