A Poor Man`s Roses Or A Rich Man`s Gold — текст песни (Reba Mcentire)

(Milton Delugg, Bob Hilliard)

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 calice 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 that I will hold
For the rose of love means more to me
More than any rich man`s gold

Repeat Verses #3 and #4