Helen Merrill
You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To
You'd be so nice to come home toYou'd be so nice by the fireWhile the breeze on high sang a lullabyYou'd be all that I could desireUnder stars chilled by the winterUnder an August moon burning aboveYou'd be so nice, you'd be paradiseTo come home to and loveUnder stars chilled by the winterUnder an August moon burning aboveYou'd be so nice, you'd be paradiseTo come home to and love
From Letras Mania