文本歌词

A Poor Man's Roses - Patti Page (帕蒂·佩奇)
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 callous 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 I will hold
For the rose of love
Means more to me
Than any rich man's gold
Then the poor man's roses
And the thrill when we kiss
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 I will hold
For the rose of love
Means more to me
Than any rich man's gold
Than any rich man's gold