Fire At Midnight - Jethro Tull

I believe in fires at midnight

When the dogs have all been fed

A golden toddy on the mantle

A broken gun beneath the bed

Silken mist outside the window

Frogs and newts slip in the dark

Too much hurry ruins a body

I’ll sit easy, fan the spark

Kindled by the dying embers

Of another working day

Go upstairs, take off your makeup

Fold your clothes neatly away

Me, I’ll sit and write this love song

As I all too seldom do

Build a little fire this midnight

It’s good to be back home with you

Kindled by the dying embers

Of another working day

Go upstairs, take off your makeup

Fold your clothes neatly away

Me, I’ll sit and write this love song

As I all too seldom do

Build a little fire this midnight

It’s good to be back home with you