The sun comes up in the morning
Over the neighboring hill
Breeze sings a song in the treetop
In tune with Mr. Whippoorwill
Got to have tenderness
Got to have tenderness
We've got to have love
Little white clouds go a-hurrying
Somewhere along their way
Across the highways of the sky
They softly seem to say
Got to have tenderness
Got to have tenderness
We've got to have love
We've got to have love
Everybody's worried about a place in the sun
But nobody's worried about love
But a place in the sun won't be any fun
When it's love the world needs much more of
Now the rain is falling down
Over the neighboring hill
Singing a song in the treetop
Breeze sings a love song to each rose
Cooling Mr. Whippoorwill
Got to have tenderness
We've got to have tenderness
We've got to have love
Yes, we've got to have tenderness
Oh, got to have tenderness
And we've got to have love
Oh, got to have tenderness
Oh, got to have tenderness
Oh, got to have tenderness
Oh, got to have tenderness