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