A POOR MAN'S ROSES
(Written by Bob Hilliard / Milton Delugg)
Patsy Cline - 1956


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)