Текст песни You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To - Helen Merrill feat. Quincy Jones and His Orchestra

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

Ah, under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning high
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 so nice by the fire
While all 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