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.