Hands Of Gold - Ver 133

G#m He rode through the streets of the city C#m Down from his hill on high G#m O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble C#m F# He rode to a woman's sigh G#m For she was his secret treasure C#m She was his shame and his bliss G#m And a chain and a keep are nothing C#m F# Compared to a woman's kiss G#m C#m For hands of gold are always cold E F# But a woman's hands are warm G#m C#m For hands of gold are always cold F# G#m But a woman's hands are warm