Those of us who have seen the Season 7 opener of Game of Thrones, “Dragonstone,” got to hear real-world musician Ed Sheeran sing a song that’s familiar to readers of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series: “Hands of Gold.” It’s a pretty, somber song. There’s just one problem. It shouldn’t exist in the television show.
As readers of the book know, the song “Hands of Gold” was written by the ambitious bard Symon Silver Tongue, who had been playing for Shae, to keep her company while Tyrion was away.
The problem is, Tyrion’s father Tywin had threatened to kill any prostitute Tyrion had brought to King’s Landing. (Tyrion kept the ladies of the night from Dorne to Casterly Rock in business, and business was booming.) So Tywin and Shae’s relationship is an important secret.
And Symon knew it.
Symon ultimately tried to blackmail Tyrion: Let him play in a tournament of singers, or else he would sing a different song, which he had written just for the occasion. And that song is “Hands of Gold.” I use the word “ultimate” because it was the last thing he ever did. Bronn saw to it that Symon’s body wound up in a bowl of brown in Fleabottom, that is, in a stewpot in the bad part of town.
Because Symon didn’t appear in the television show, he was never around to write the song about Tyrion’s forbidden love for Shae. Therefore, the song should not exist. That’s what I call a continuity error — but hey, we're not nitpicking. We just thought it was interesting.
The television show also took from the novels in another subtle way: Although the Hound hasn’t been confirmed as alive in the books, we see someone fitting his description at work as a gravedigger. And in “Dragonstone,” the Hound dug the grave of the father and daughter whose deaths he caused. Great stuff.
Here's the song from Game of Thrones, lyrics included. Let us know in the comments what you think of Symon Silver Tongue alive and well and in the military.
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.