Hands Of Gold Teclado

	  



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

    Am                 F 
For hands of gold are always cold 
     Am       Em         Am 
But a woman's hands are warm 
    Am                     F 
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 
Em 
The last of darry's tem 

Am 
And red the grass beneath his feet 
Em 
And red his banners bright 
Am 
And red the glow of setting sun 
Em 
That bathed him in its light 
Am 
"Come on, come on" the great lord called 
Em 
"My sword is hungry still" 

Am                 F 
And with a cry of savage rage 
Am           Em         Am 
They swarmed across the rill 
Am                 F 
And with a cry of savage rage 
Am           Em         Am 
They swarmed across the rill 

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

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