Nancy Wilson — Youd 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'd be paradise To come home to and love 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