Jehtro Tull

Fire at Midnight



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.