Lyrics 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 must outside the window
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
Too much hurry ruins a'body
I'LL sit easy; fan the spark

Kidness by the dying embers of
Another working day
Go upstairs; take off your make-up
Fold your clothes nearly 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