DESCRIPTION:
All of these renditions can be downloaded at http://ryanyunck.bandcamp.com/album/the-songs-of-ice-and-fire-ep
Me putting music to the lyrics originally appearing in George R R Martin's A Storm of Swords. Symon Silvertongue is a character, not a real dude.
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CHORDS

*Note* In the video, I'm playing with the guitar tuned to E-flat standard (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb), so if you're playing in standard tuning it makes more sense to play it in D minor rather than C-sharp. I'll include both the video version and a standard tuning version.

E-flat Tuning Version (aka Video Version)

A G#min

C#min*
C#min*
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min*
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min*

B C#min
B C#min
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min

A G#min

C#min*
C#min*
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min*
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min*

B C#min
B C#min
C#min B C#min
E F# C#min

A G#min
C#min*

A G#min
C#min

*With this C#min a B is played in passing between each bar, but it's only in the bass and the chord is still C#min


Standard Tuning Version

Bb Amin

Dmin*
Dmin*
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin*
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin*

C Dmin
C Dmin
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin

Bb Amin

Dmin*
Dmin*
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin*
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin*

C Dmin
C Dmin
Dmin C Dmin
F G Dmin

Bb Amin
Dmin*

Bb Amin
Dmin



*With this Dmin, a C is played in passing between each bar, but it's only in the bass and the chord is still Dmin



LYRICS (had to add a few)


For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm

He rode through the streets of the city,
Down from his hill on high
O'er the 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 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

Stealing away in the darkness
Through the hour of the wolf, 'till dawn
No five kings, no war, no lost brother
With her, all his cares were gone

For she was his greatest pleasure
She was his shame and his pride
And the view from a tower is nothing
Compared to a woman's eyes

For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm