Hands of Gold [German translation]

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 (x3)

Ohh Hands of gold ! (x3)

He rode through the streets of the city

Down from his hill on high

Over wynds and the steps and the cobbles

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. ((x3))

He rode through the streets of the city

Down from his hill on high

Over wynds and the steps and the cobbles

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