歌曲 | Fire At Midnight |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | Christmas Album |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
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 |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
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 |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
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 |