Tender Is Her Name

(George Tidwell)



Oh, she brings the April breezes and the orchids of my life

Mhm she fills the quiet hours with the glow

And the dreams unrealized on take a smile from her lips

And everytime I look at her I know that

Tender is her name, tender is her name.



She takes the time to touch my shoulder what I needed most

And she senses when I need to be alone

I know somehow she'll be here when the rest of that is gone

And when she comes to me at night I know that

Tender is her name, tender is her name.



No words so soft no needs fulfill the way she looks at me

I can't belive this life of ours will always always be

And Tender is her name, tender is her name

Tender is her name, tender is her name...