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Caroline                                    Fred Eaglesmith


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When the summer’s over and the wheat turns gold
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And the dust lays down on the gravel roads and the autumn skies turn a darker blue
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And I walk down to the Chippewa, I try not to let those teardrops fall
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Sweet Caroline, it’s more than I can do

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Caroline, oh Caroline, I still remember when you were mine
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Through fields of green, sunny skies of blue
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When the day is over and I finally set on the little hillside where we met
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Sweet Caroline, it’s there I think of you

I remember Caroline and the way you’d take your hand in mine
The way we’d walk across the rolling hills
I remember how the moon would rise and as I laid you down how your eyes would shine
Sweet Caroline, I remember still

Caroline, oh Caroline, I still remember when you were mine
Through fields of green, sunny skies of blue
When the day is over and I finally set on the little hillside where we met
Sweet Caroline, it’s there I think of you

Now the day is over and the sun goes down
As I slowly make my way through town
To the little churchyard just across the way
And when I reach that little grave
My tears fall down, I call your name
Sweet Caroline again and again

Caroline, oh Caroline, I still remember when you were mine
Through fields of green, sunny skies of blue
When the day is over and I finally set on the little hillside where we met
Sweet Caroline, it’s there I think of you

When the day is over and I finally sit
By the little tombstone where you rest
Sweet Caroline, it’s there I cry for you
Sweet Caroline, it’s there I cry for you


Fred Eaglesmith – Indiana Road