Lyrics:

Writer(S) Comdengreenstyne


verse

its Not That Youre Fairer
than A Lot Of Girls Just As Pleasin
that I Doff My Hat
as A Worshipper At Your Shrine
its Not That Youre Rarer
than Asparagus Out Of Season
no, My Darling, This Is The Reason
why Youve Got To Be Mine

chorus

youd Be So Nice To Come Home To
youd Be So Nice By The Fire
while The Breeze On High, Sang A Lullaby
youd Be All That I Could Desire

under Stars Chilled By The Winter
under An August Moon Burning Above
youd Be So Nice
youd Be Paradise, To Come Home To And Love