Sweet Caroline

Sweet Caroline - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Sweet Caroline good times never seemed so good

I'd be inclined to believe they never would

Where it began I can't begin to knowing

But then I know it's growing strong

Was in the spring then 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'd be inclined to believe they never would

I look at the night and it don't seem so lonely

We filled it up with only two and when I hurt

Hurting runs off my shoulder

How can I hurt when I'm holding you

One touching one and reaching out

And touching me touching you

Sweet Caroline good times never seemed so good

I'd be inclined to believe they never would

Sweet Caroline good times never seemed so good

I'd be inclined to believe they never would

My sweet

Oh you Sweet Caroline