The Niceness of It All

It's the niceness of it all
Baby it's the niceness of it all
Whether you are close to me or far
It doesn't matter in the least
As long as I can be with you
Any time I need to
Like the baby that's just starting to grow
It's the niceness of it all that makes me love you more and more
And it's the niceness of it all
Baby, it's the niceness of it all
That makes me write to you and say how much I've missed you over the weeks
That makes me call you on the phone
Whenever there's a chance to speak
And even if there's only time to say hello
It's the niceness of it all, that makes me love you more and more
I don't know what's come over me
I've hardly touched a drink
My mother thinks it's marvelous
He's off the road to sin
She thinks you're just the tonic that I need
And who am I to argue after all isn't that what I believe
It's the niceness of it all
Baby it's the niceness of it all
If I can't be with you for a week then a day will
Have to do I won't say that that's enough
But then beggars can't be choosers
And besides if nothing else at least I know
It's the niceness of it all that makes me love you more and more
Every time I see a shadow I think what a blessing it must be
Not to have to talk with fingers
Not to have to look with nothing to see
You try living your life to the full confined to a chair
Try and hide your loneliness when none is there