You'd Be so Nice To Come Home To

You'd Be so Nice To Come Home To - Anita O'Day

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

You'd be so nice you'd be paradise

To come home to and love