Capo 5
[Verse]
He [Em]rode through the streets of the city
Do[Am]Down from his hill on high
O'er the [Em]winds and the steps and the cobble
H[Am]He rode to a woman'[D]woman's sigh
For [Em]she was his secret treasure
Sh[Am]She was his shame and his bliss
And a [Em]chain and a keep are nothing
Com[Am]Compared to a woman's [D]kiss
[Chorus]
For [Em]hands of gold are [Am]always cold
But a [C]woman's hands are [D]warm
For [Em]hands of gold are [Am]always cold
But a [D]woman's hands are [Em]warm
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