Where it began I can't begin to knowin 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, washing hands Reaching out don't touch me I won't touch 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 holding you
Hands, washing hands Reaching out don't touch me I won't touch you Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good I've been inclined To believe they never would Sweet CarolineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
