(milton deluggbob 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