One day before I die,
I'm gonna write across the sky
in great purple letters a million feet high.
They'll tell to the world of love born to stay.
And when
the world reads them,
they'll know why I say.
Oh, pack your bags, sweet Caroline.
Your lover boy, he's gonna be mine.
So bring the holy bread and we'll pine.
Cause it's my turn for
the sunshine.
It's been so long ago.
Your winter ways sometimes are weak.
But I'll never give up hope.
I'll never sleep.
I'll tell to the world of love born to stay.
Oh,
Caroline,
Caroline,
what will you say?
Oh, pack your bags, sweet Caroline.
Your lover boy, he's gonna be mine.
One day before I die,
I'm gonna write across my life
in solid gold letters that I was his
wife.
They'll tell to the world of just one dream come true.
Oh, Caroline,
Caroline,
what will you do?
Oh, pack your bags, sweet Caroline.
Your lover boy, he's gonna be mine.
So bring the holy bread and we'll pine.
Cause it's my turn for the sunshine.
Cause it's my turn for
the sunshine.