pieces of me

Where it began, I can't begin to know when
But then I know it's growing strong
Oh, 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
Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seems 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, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when holding you

Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seems so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would

~my sweet caroline~