Fire at Midnight ~Jethro Tull
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
Such a great tune Hegemony Cricket! *Hugs*
Welcome to the Canteen, Hegemony Cricket...thanks for those lyrics.....home is good.
going hunting
BTW, Good morning Hegemony Cricket