A Poor Man’s Roses Songtext
von 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

It's the poor man′s roses
And the thrill when we kiss
There′ll be memories of paradise
That I'll never miss (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)


And yes, 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

It's the poor man′s roses
And the thrill when we kiss
There'll be memories of paradise
That I′ll never miss (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

And yes, 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