Lyrics Jethro Tull – Fire At Midnight
Text:
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 the 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.
Frogs and newts slip in the dark —
too much hurry ruins the 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.
