Ryan Yunck - Hands of Gold

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[00:00.45]For hands of gold are always cold
[00:07.05]But a woman's hands are warm
[00:17.13]He rode through the streets of the city
[00:21.87]Down from his hill on high
[00:27.06]O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles
[00:31.86]He rode to a woman's sigh
[00:37.26]For she was his secret treasure
[00:41.94]She was his shame and his bliss
[00:46.08]And a chain and a keep are nothing
[00:50.97]Compared to a woman's kiss
[00:56.46]For hands of gold are always cold
[00:59.94]But a woman's hands are warm
[01:16.02]Stealing away in the darkness
[01:20.85]Through the hour of the wolf 'till dawn
[01:26.70]No five kings no war no lost brother
[01:31.26]With her all his cares were gone
[01:32.91]For she was his greatest pleasure
[01:41.52]She was his shame and his pride
[01:45.66]And the view from a tower is nothing
[01:58.98]Compared to a woman's eyes
[02:05.64]For hands of gold are always cold
[02:14.52]But a woman's hands are warm