When it began,it was 94 back then.
And now I know were growing strong
It, wasn't the spring, whooo
It was in fact the summer
Who'd believe you'd all come along
Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caley Thistle
Good times never seem so good
I've been inclined to believe it never would
And now, I look at the stands, whooo
And it don't seem so lonely
We can fill it with just a few, oh
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulder
How can I hurt when watching you
Oh, one, touching one, reaching out
Touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caley Thistle
Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would
Ohhh, sweet Caley Thistle, good times never seem so good