Hands of Gold (Game of Thrones)
He rode through the streets of the cityDown from his hill on highOver wynds and the steps and the cobblesHe rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasureShe was his shame and blissAnd a chain and a keep are nothingCompared to a woman's kiss
For hands of goldAre always coldBut a woman's hands are warm
For hands of goldAre always coldBut a woman's hands are warm.