Sweet Caroline de Glee

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