Poor Man`s Roses — текст песни (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.

Then the poor man`s roses,
And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That I`ll never miss.

And yet 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.

Then the poor man`s roses
And the thrill when we kiss (when we kiss)
Will be memories of paradise
That I`ll never miss.

And yet 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 go-o-o-o-old
Than any rich man`s gold.

ALTERNATE ENDING FROM PATTI`S RE-RECORDING:

Then the poor man`s roses

And the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That I`ll never miss.

And yet 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