Croce Di Ore (Cross Of Gold)

- Patti Page (帕蒂·佩奇)

I must make up my mind today

What to have what to hold

A poor man's roses

Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace

Tho' he's callous and cold

He may learn to give his heart for love

Instead of buyin' it with gold

Then the poor man's roses

And the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight

Is the hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me

Than any rich man's gold

Then the poor man's roses

And the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight

Is the hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me

Than any rich man's gold

Yeah the rose of love means more to me

Than any rich man's gold