text: Hands of Gold Lyrics
  He rode through the streets of the city
  Down from his hill on high
  Oer the wynds and the steps and the cobble
  He rode to a womans sigh
  For she was his secret treasure
  She was his shame and his bliss
  And a chain and a keep are nothing
  Compared to a womans kiss
  For hands of gold are always cold
  But a womans hands are warm
  For hands of gold are always cold
  But a womans hands are ...6Embed