[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