The sun comes up in the morning
Over the neighboring hill
Breeze sings the song in the tree top
In tune with Mr. Whippoorwill

Got to have tenderness
Got to have tenderness
We've got to have love

Little white clouds go hurryin'
Somewhere along their way
Across the highways of the skies
They softly seem to say

Got to have tenderness
Got to have tenderness
We've got to have love

Everybody's worried 'bout a place in the sun
But nobody's worried 'bout 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 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 got to have tenderness
Oh, got to have tenderness
And we got to have love