Hands of Gold (Game of Thrones)

[Verse]

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 his bliss

And a chain and a keep are nothing

Compared to a woman's kiss

[Refrain]

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 ...