Текст песни Jethro Tull - Fire At Midnight
Jethro Tull - Fire At Midnight слова песни
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 a body:I`ll sit easy; fan the spark.Kindled by the dying embers, of another working day.Go upstairs: take off your make-up -Fold your clothes neatly away.Me, I`ll sit and write this love songAs 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 make-up -Fold your clothes neatly away.Me, I`ll sit and write this love songAs I all too seldom do -Build a little fire this midnight.It`s good to be back home with you.