Testo di Hands Of Gold

For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold (For she was his secret treasure) For hands of gold are always cold (And a chain and a keep are nothing) For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold Oh, hands of gold