Hands Of Gold

Tom: Em

   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