Goodness Is Enchantment

He is the press
she is the oil
he hides in his labor
she toils in the garden
they do each other favors
spoken and unspoken.

He is hers
she becomes his
in a manner of speaking
partly by decision and
partly by an irresistable
accident of gravity.

This voodoo requires sacrifice
all goodness is enchantment
rather and not exactly
can’t expect any perfection.

The autumn leaves
may fall and yet
in a manner of hedging
they are not spent
it’s just a natural investment
in a much better year.

We cannot cover
up what love does
to our growing bones
broken and yes healing
heavy as stones
but flexible as a feeling.

This voodoo requires sacrifice
all goodness is enchantment
rather and not exactly
can’t expect any perfection.

[verse]
F#11 // CMa7 ////
F#m7 / G#m7 /  CMa7 ///
G6 ///  F#m7 ///
A6 ///  F#m7 ///
A9 / D6  //// ////

[chorus]
Em7 / Bb7 /  G13 ///
Em7 / Bb7 / A9 ///
Em7 / Bb7 /  G13 ///
C6 ///  Fdim7 ///  A7 ///

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