Poor Man's Roses (Or a Rich Man's Gold)

A Poor Man's Roses - 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

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 we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand

That brings a 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

When we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I'll never miss

And yet the hand

That brings a rose tonight

Is the hand I will hold

For the rose of love

Means more to me

Than any rich man's gold

Than any rich man's gold