Written by bob hilliard and milton delugg

(as recorded by patsy cline november 8, 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)