Jethro Tull - Fires At Midnight

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I believe in fires at midnight --- when the cats have all been fed.
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A golden toddy on the mantle --- a broken gun beneath the bed.
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Silky mist outside the window --- frogs and newts slip in the dark 
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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.