Paroles de Sweet Caroline

Where it began I can't begin to knowing But then I know It's growing strong Was in the spring And spring became the summer Who'd have believed You'd come along Hands, touching hands Reaching out Touching me Touching you Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they 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 shoulders How can I hurt when I'm with you Warm, touching warm Reaching out Touching me Touching you Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they never would Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good Sweet Caroline I believe they never could Sweet Caroline