Caroline by Fred Eaglesmith Fred Eaglesmith

When the summer's over and the wheat turns gold
And the dust lays down on the gravel roads
And the autumn skies turn a darker blue
And I walk down to the Chippewa
I try not to let those teardrops fall
Sweet Caroline it's more than I can do
Caroline, oh Caroline
I still remember when you were mine
Through fields of green
Sunny skies of blue
When the day is o'r and I finally set
On a little hillside where we met
Sweet Caroline it's there I think of you
I remember Caroline
And the way you take your hand in mine
The way we walk across those rolling hills
I remember how the moon would rise
And how 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 o'r and I finally set
On a little hillside where we met
Sweet Caroline it's there I think of you
Now the day is O'r and the sun goes down
As I slowly make my way through town
To the little churchyard just along 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 o'r and I finally set
On a little hillside where we met
Sweet Caroline it's there I think of you
When the day is o'r and I finally set
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
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