Hands Of Gold

Verse: Em He rode through the streets of the city Am Down from his hill on high Em O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble Am D He rode to a woman's sigh Em For she was his secret treasure Am She was his shame and his bliss Em And a chain and a keep are nothing Am D Compared to a woman's kiss Chorus: Em Am For hands of gold are always cold C D But a woman's hands are warm Em Am For hands of gold are always cold D Em But a woman's hands are warm