fire at midnight

güzel bir jethro tull şarkısı.

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 make-up -
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 make-up -
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.