Poor Man's Roses Lyrics - Patti Page

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 go-o-o-o-old 

Than any rich man's gold. 

ALTERNATE ENDING FROM PATTI'S RE-RECORDING: 

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. 

Yes, the rose of love means more to me 

Than any rich man's gold