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