You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To
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 that I could desire.
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.
Autor(es): Cole Porter