A Poor Man's Roses Or a Rich Man's Gold

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,
Or 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,
Or 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,
Than any rich man's gold!

By Patsy Cline



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