Hands Of Gold

[00:00.01] For hands of gold are always cold,

[00:06.31] But a woman's hands are warm

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[00:16.75] He rode through the streets of the city

[00:21.17] Down from his hill on high

[00:26.44] O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles

[00:31.35] He rode to a woman's sigh

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[00:36.87] For she was his secret treasure

[00:41.29] She was his shame and his bliss

[00:45.71] And a chain and a keep are nothing

[00:50.38] Compared to a woman's kiss

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[00:56.04] For hands of gold are always cold,

[00:59.57] but woman's hands are warm

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[01:15.76] Stealing away in the darkness

[01:20.53] Through the hour of the wolf, 'til dawn

[01:26.45] And no high lord's games to be played there

[01:30.96] With her all his cares were gone

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[01:36.54] For she was his greatest pleasure

[01:41.05] She was his shame and his pried

[01:45.32] And the view from a tower is nothing

[01:49.98] Compared to a woman's eyes

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[01:55.90] For hands of gold are always cold,

[01:59.32] but a woman's hands are warm

[02:05.35] For hands of gold are always cold,

[02:14.02] but a woman's hands...are w a r m

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