Fire at midnight de 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.