| Song | Fire at Midnight |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | The Jethro Tull Christmas Album |
| Download | 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 |