Biografia:
Peter Hollens esteve envolvido com música durante todo o noroeste e depois realizar em locais como Carnegie Hall, Lincoln Center e no Beacon Theatre em Nova York. Originalmente de Ashland, Peter se formou na Universidade de Oregon com um Bacharelado em Música na performance vocal, onde co-fundou o U do premiado "O" grupo masculino a cappella On the Rocks. Desde a sua época com o grupo tornou-se muito envolvido com a cappella colegiado, gravação
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Am
He rode through the streets of the city
G Em
Down from his hill on high
Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
G Em
He rode to a woman's side
Am
For she was his secret treasure
G Em
She was his shame and his bliss
Am
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Em G
Compared to a woman's kiss
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em Am
But a woman's hands are warm
Am
And there he stood with sword in hand
G Em
The Last of Darry's ten
Am
And red the grass beneath his feet
G Em
and red his banner's bright
Am
And red the glow of the setting sun
G Em
that bathe him in its light
Am
"Come one, come on", the great lord called,
Em G
"my sword is hungry still".
F G
And with the cry of savage rage
Am Em F
they swarmed across the rill
F G
And with the cry of savage rage
Am Em Am
they swarmed across the rill
Am
He rode through the streets of the city
G Em
Down from his hill on high
Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
G Em
He rode to a woman's side
Am
For she was his secret treasure
G Em
She was his shame and his bliss
Am
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Em G
Compared to a woman's kiss
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em Am
But a woman's hands are warm
He rode through the streets of the city
G Em
Down from his hill on high
Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
G Em
He rode to a woman's side
Am
For she was his secret treasure
G Em
She was his shame and his bliss
Am
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Em G
Compared to a woman's kiss
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em Am
But a woman's hands are warm
Am
And there he stood with sword in hand
G Em
The Last of Darry's ten
Am
And red the grass beneath his feet
G Em
and red his banner's bright
Am
And red the glow of the setting sun
G Em
that bathe him in its light
Am
"Come one, come on", the great lord called,
Em G
"my sword is hungry still".
F G
And with the cry of savage rage
Am Em F
they swarmed across the rill
F G
And with the cry of savage rage
Am Em Am
they swarmed across the rill
Am
He rode through the streets of the city
G Em
Down from his hill on high
Am
O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles
G Em
He rode to a woman's side
Am
For she was his secret treasure
G Em
She was his shame and his bliss
Am
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Em G
Compared to a woman's kiss
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em F
But a woman's hands are warm
F G
For hands of gold are always cold
Am Em Am
But a woman's hands are warm
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