text: Hands of Gold Lyrics
  He rode through the streets of the city
  Down from his hill on high
  Oer the winds 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 warm
  And there he stood with sword in hand
  The Last of Darrys ten
  And red the grass beneath his feet
  And red his banners bright
  And red the glow of the setting sun
  That bathed him in its light
  Come one, come on, the great lord called
  My sword is hungry still
  And with the cry of savage rage
  They swarmed across the rill
  And with the cry of savage rage
  They swarmed across the rill
  He rode through the streets of the city
  Down from his hill on high
  Oer the winds 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
  For 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 warm
  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 warmEmbed