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
