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.
 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.