For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and 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

He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and 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
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm

Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold

He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss

For hands of gold are always cold
(For she was his secret treasure)
For hands of gold are always cold
(And a chain and a keep are nothing)

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

Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold
Oh, hands of gold