Frank Sinatra
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 would 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
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning up there above
You'd be so nice, just like paradise
To come home to and love
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