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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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He rode through the streets of the city |
| [00:23.05] |
Down from his hill on high |
| [00:28.43] |
O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles |
| [00:33.46] |
He rode to a woman's sigh |
| [00:38.98] |
For she was his secrte treasure |
| [00:44.21] |
She was his shame and his bliss |
| [00:48.23] |
And a chain and a keep are nothing |
| [00:53.10] |
Compared to a woman's kiss |
| [00:58.68] |
For hands of gold are always cold |
| [01:02.25] |
But a woman's hands are warm |
| [01:13.21] |
still in a way in the darkness |
| [01:17.58] |
through the yards walk up and down |
| [01:23.36] |
no five kings no war no last brother |
| [01:28.08] |
with her scares were gone |
| [01:33.87] |
For she was his greatest pleasure |
| [01:38.74] |
She was his shame and his pride |
| [01:43.27] |
And a view from a tower is nothing |
| [01:48.25] |
Compared to a woman’s eyes |
| [01:53.79] |
For hands of gold are always cold |
| [01:57.86] |
But a woman's hands are warm |
| [02:03.40] |
For hands of gold are always cold |
| [02:08.00] |
But a woman's hands are warm |
