[00:00:55]He rode through the streets of the city
00:03.97Down from his hill on high
00:06.17O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles
00:10.88He rode to a woman's side
00:13.95For she was his secret treasure
00:17.49She was his shame and his bliss
00:20.24And a chain and a keep are nothing
00:24.17Compared to a woman's kiss
00:26.28For hands of gold are always cold
00:30.09But a woman's hands are warm
00:33.88For hands of gold are always cold
00:36.25But a woman's hands are warm
00:39.21For hands of gold are always cold
00:42.12But a woman's hands are warm