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 goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
