Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles He rode to a woman's side 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 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编辑于2024/01/21更新