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