Doce Caroline.

Where it began, I can't begin to know

But then I know it's growing strong

Oh, wasn't the spring,

And spring became the summer

Who'd believe that you'd come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out

Touching me, touching you

Oh, sweet Caroline

Good times never seem so good

I've been inclined to believe they 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(...)

Sweet Caroline - Elvis Presley