Poor Man`s Roses — текст песни (Patsy Cline)

(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
Tho` he`s callous and cold
He may learn to give his heart for love
Instead of buyin` 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 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

(Repeat last two verses)