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
And then the
Poor man's roses
Oh, 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
More than any
Rich man's
Gold
And then the
Poor man's roses
Oh, 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
More than any
Rich man's
Gold..!