Текст песни Poor Man's Roses

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 Instrumental 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...