Written by bob hilliard and milton delugg

(as recorded by patsy cline november 81956)



I must make up my mind today

What to havewhat 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)