(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]