It's not that you're fairer Than a lot of men just as pleasing That I bow my head as a Workshipper at your shrine It's not that you're rarer Than asparagus out of season No, my darling this is the reason Why you've got to be mine? 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 burn ing above You'd be so nice you'd be paradise To come home and to love Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon burn ing above You'd be so nice you'd be paradise To come home to To get close to To come home and to love.