It's not that you're fairer As a lot of girls just as pleasin' That I doff my hat as a worshipper 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 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