Hands of Gold [Game of Thrones] lyrics

He rode through the streets of the city

Down from his hill on high

O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble

He rode to woman's sigh

For she was his secret treasure

She was his shame and his bliss

And a chain and a keep are nothing

Compared to a woman's kiss

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm

And there he stood with sword in hand

The last of darry's tem

And red the grass beneath his feet

And red his banners bright

And red the glow of setting sun

That bathed him in its light

Come on, come on the great lord called

My sword is hungry still

And with a cry of savage rage

They swarmed across the rill

And with a cry of savage rage

They swarmed across the rill

He rode through the streets of the city

Down from his hill on high

O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble

He rode to woman's sigh

For she was his secret treasure

She was his shame and his bliss

And a chain and a keep are nothing

Compared to a woman's kiss

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm

For a hands of gold are always cold

But a woman's hands are warm