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.
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.
Songs From The Wood
- Songs From The Wood
- Jack-In-The-Green
- Cup Of Wonder
- Hunting Girl
- Ring Out Solstice Bells
- Velvet Green
- The Whistler
- Pibroch (Cap In Hand)
- Fire At Midnight
Jethro Tull texty
- 1. Aqualung
- 2. Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll,..
- 3. Heavy Horses
- 4. Locomotive Breath
- 5. Thick As A Brick
- 6. Moths
- 7. Living In The Past
- 8. A Christmas Song
- 9. Another Christmas Song
- 10. Budapest