Hands Of Gold

   Am
He rode through the streets of the city
     G                Em
Down from his hill on high
         Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
   G                 Em
He rode to a woman's side
    Am
For she was his secret treasure
    G                     Em
She was his shame and his bliss
      Am
And a chain and a keep are nothing
   Em                 G
Compared to a woman's kiss

    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        F
But a woman's hands are warm
    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        Am
But a woman's hands are warm

    Am
And there he stood with sword in hand
    G               Em
The Last of Darry's ten
    Am
And red the grass beneath his feet
    G                Em
and red his banner's bright
    Am
And red the glow of the setting sun
     G                Em
that bathe him in its light
      Am
"Come one, come on", the great lord called,
    Em              G
"my sword is hungry still".

    F               G
And with the cry of savage rage
     Am       Em        F
they swarmed across the rill
    F               G
And with the cry of savage rage
     Am       Em        Am
they swarmed across the rill

   Am
He rode through the streets of the city
     G                Em
Down from his hill on high

         Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
   G                 Em
He rode to a woman's side

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

    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        F
But a woman's hands are warm
    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        F
But a woman's hands are warm
    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        F
But a woman's hands are warm
    F                 G
For hands of gold are always cold
      Am      Em        Am
But a woman's hands are warm