Testo A Poor Man's Roses

I must make up my mind todayWhat to have, what to holdA poor man's rosesOr a rich man's goldOne's as wealthy as a king in a palaceTho' h'es callous and coldHe may learn to give his heart for loveInstead of buyin' it with goldThen the poor man's rosesAnd the thrill when we kissWill be memories of paradiseThat I'll never missAnd yet the hand that brings the rose tonightIs the hand I will holdFor the rose of love means more to meMore than any rich man's gold