Ed Sheeran - Hands of gold

He ^Emrode through the streets of the city Do^Amwn from his hill on high O'er the ^Emwinds and the steps and the cobble H^Ame rode to a woman'^Ds sigh For ^Emshe was his secret treasure Sh^Ame was his shame and his bliss And a ^Emchain and a keep are nothing Com^Ampared to a woman's ^Dkiss

For ^Emhands of gold are ^Amalways cold But a ^Cwoman's hands are ^Dwarm For ^Emhands of gold are ^Amalways cold But a ^Dwoman's hands are ^Emwarm