Poor Man's Roses

Poor Man's Roses - Red Hurley

She must make up her 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

Though he's callous and cold

He may learn to give his heart for love

Instead of buying it with gold

Then the poor man's roses

And the thrill when they kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight

Is the hand she will hold

For the rose of love means more to her

Than any rich man's gold

Then the poor man's roses

And the thrill when they kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That she'll never miss

And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight

Is the hand she will hold

For the rose of love means more to her

Than any rich man's go-o-o-o-old