Hands Of Gold

Am                   C
He rode through the streets of the city
G                     D
Down from his hill on high
Am                   C
О'er the winds and the steps and the cobble
G                     D
He rode to a woman's sigh
Am                   C
For she was his secret treasure
G                     D
She was his shame and his bliss
Am                   C
And a chain and a keep are nothing
G                     D
Compared to a woman's kiss

Am                   C
For hands of gold are always cold
G                     D
But a woman's hands are warm
Am                   C
For hands of gold are always cold
G                     D
But a woman's hands are warm