You'd Be so Nice to Come Home To - Bob Brookmeyer

You’d be so nice to come home to

You’d be so nice by the fire

While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby

You’d be all my heart could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter

Under an August moon shining above

You’d be so nice, you’d be paradise

To come home to and love

Under stars chilled by the winter

Under an August moon burning above

You’d be so nice, you’d be paradise

To come home to and love