A Poor Man's Roses (Or A Rich 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 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]