The sun comes up in the morningOver the neighboring hillBreeze sings a song in the treetopIn tune with Mr. WhippoorwillGot to have tendernessGot to have tendernessWe've got to have loveLittle white clouds go a-hurryingSomewhere along their wayAcross the highways of the skyThey softly seem to sayGot to have tendernessGot to have tendernessWe've got to have loveWe've got to have loveEverybody's worried about a place in the sunBut nobody's worried about loveBut a place in the sun won't be any funWhen it's love the world needs much more ofNow the rain is falling downOver the neighboring hillSinging a song in the treetopBreeze sings a love song to each roseCooling Mr. WhippoorwillGot to have tendernessWe've got to have tendernessWe've got to have loveYes, we've got to have tendernessOh, got to have tendernessAnd we've got to have loveOh, got to have tendernessOh, got to have tendernessOh, got to have tendernessOh, got to have tenderness