Good times never seemed so good


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

And now I, 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

Sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good