Lyric: Hand Of Gold (Ed Sheeran)

 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 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

[Chorus]
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