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 to come home to You'd be awful nice by the fire While the breeze up on high sang a lullaby You'd be all that I could desire