Writer(s): comden/green/styne
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 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
