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 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, back home with you   It's good to be back home with you   Home with you, with you