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For hands of gold are always cold |
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But a woman's hands are warm |
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He rode through the streets of the city, |
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Down from his hill on high |
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O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles |
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He rode to a woman's sigh. |
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For she was his secret treasure |
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She was his shame and his bliss |
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And a chain and a keep are nothing |
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Compared to a woman's kiss |
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For hands of gold are always cold |
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but a woman's hands are warm |
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Stealing away in the darkness |
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Through the hour of the wolf, 'till dawn |
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No five kings, no war, no lost brother |
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With her, all his cares were gone |
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For she was his greatest pleasure |
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She was his shame and his pride |
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And the view from a tower is nothing |
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Compared to a woman's eyes |
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For hands of gold are always cold |
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But a woman's hands are warm |