Jethro 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 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 nearly 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.