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