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 
Where the breeze … that's it sneak in … on high sing a lullaby 
You'd be all that I could desire. 

Under stars chilled by the winter  
Under an August moon burnin' 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 ever so nice to park shoes by the fire 
While the breeze on high chants a lullaby 
You'd be all that I could desire. 

And under stars chilled by the wintertime 
Under an August moon burnin' above 
You'd be so nice, you'd be a lot more than paradise 
To come home to and love. 
      
And love … 
And love …
Let's make love.