Hands Of Gold

	  		



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

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

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And there he stood with sword in hand 
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The last of darry's tem 

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And red the grass beneath his feet 
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And red his banners bright 
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And red the glow of setting sun 
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That bathed him in its light 
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"Come on, come on" the great lord called 
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"My sword is hungry still" 

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And with a cry of savage rage 
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They swarmed across the rill 
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And with a cry of savage rage 
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They swarmed across the rill 

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

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