Hands of Gold (Game of Thrones)

Verse F#m He rode through the streets of the city Bm Down from his hill on high F#m O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble Bm E He rode to a woman's sigh F#m For she was his secret treasure Bm She was his shame and his bliss F#m And a chain and a keep are nothing Bm E Compared to a woman's kiss Chorus F#m Bm For hands of gold are always cold D E But a woman's hands are warm F#m Bm For hands of gold are always cold E F#m But a woman's hands are warm