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Hands Of Gold Lyrics

He rode through the streets of the city,
Down from his hill on high,
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,
He rode to a woman's sigh.

For she was his secret treasure,
She was his shame and bliss.
And a chain and a keep are nothing,
Compared to a woman's kiss

For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm