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 poor man's gold

He'll throw when we kiss
We'll 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
And the poor man's gold
He'll throw when we kiss
We'll 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






For the rose of love means more to me
Than any rich man's gold