Verse
   G#m 
He rode through the streets of the city 
  C#m 
Down from his hill on high 
         G#m 
O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble 
 C#m                F# 
He rode to a woman's sigh 
    G#m 
For she was his secret treasure 
  C#m 
She was his shame and his bliss 
      G#m 
And a chain and a keep are nothing 
   C#m                 F# 
Compared to a woman's kiss 
 
Chorus
    G#m                C#m 
For hands of gold are always cold 
      E                 F# 
But a woman's hands are warm 
    G#m                C#m 
For hands of gold are always cold 
      F#                 G#m 
But a woman's hands are warm