You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To

You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

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 to come home to

You'd be all full of nice by the fire

While the breeze up on high

Sang a lullaby

You'd be all that I could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter

Under an August moon burning of there above

You'd be so nice

Just like paradise

To come home to and love