Poor Man's Roses Lyrics

I must make up my mind today;What to have, what to hold:A poor man's roses,Or a rich man's goldOne'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 kissWill be memories of paradiseThat I'll never miss.And yet the hand that brings a rose tonightIs the hand I will hold.For the rose of love means more to meThan any rich man's gold.Then the poor man's rosesAnd the thrill when we kiss (when we kiss)Will be memories of paradiseThat I'll never miss.And yet the hand that brings a rose tonightIs the hand I will hold.For the rose of love means more to meThan any rich man's go-o-o-o-oldThan any rich man's gold.ALTERNATE ENDING FROM PATTI'S RE-RECORDING:Then the poor man's rosesAnd the thrill when we kissWill be memories of paradiseThat I'll never miss.And yet the hand that brings a rose tonightIs the hand I will holdFor the rose of love means more to meThan any rich man's gold.Yes, the rose of love means more to meThan any rich man's gold