A Poor Mans Roses — текст песни (Patsy Cline)

Written by bob hilliard and milton delugg

(as recorded by patsy cline november 8, 1956)



I must make up my mind today

What to have, what to hold

A poor mans roses

Or a rich mans gold



Ones as wealthy as a king in a palace

Tho hes callous and cold

He may learn to give his heart for love

Instead of buyin it with gold



Then the poor mans roses

And the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That Ill 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 mans gold



(repeat last two verses)