[00:00.01]For hands of gold are always cold
[00:06.60]But a woman's hands are warm
[00:16.80]He rode through the streets of the city,
[00:21.50]Down from his hill on high
[00:26.50]O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles
[00:31.50]He rode to a woman's sigh.
[00:37.00]For she was his secret treasure
[00:41.50]She was his shame and his bliss
[00:45.80]And a chain and a keep are nothing
[00:50.50]Compared to a woman's kiss
[00:56.10]For hands of gold are always cold
[00:59.90]but a woman's hands are warm
[01:15.90]Stealing away in the darkness
[01:20.60]Through the hour of the wolf, 'till dawn
[01:26.50]No five kings, no war, no lost brother
[01:31.50]With her, all his cares were gone
[01:36.75]For she was his greatest pleasure
[01:41.30]She was his shame and his pride
[01:45.50]And the view from a tower is nothing
[01:50.50]Compared to a woman's eyes
[01:56.10]For hands of gold are always cold
[01:59.60]But a woman's hands are warm