"Poor Man's Roses, A" by Patti Page

I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold:
A poor mans roses,
Or a rich mans gold

Ones as wealthy as a king in a palace,
Though hes callous and cold.
He may learn to give his heart for love,
Instead of buying it with gold.

Then the poor mans roses,
And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That Ill 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 mans gold.

Then the poor mans roses
And the thrill when we kiss 
Will be memories of paradise
That Ill 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 mans go-o-o-o-old
Than any rich mans gold.

ALTERNATE ENDING FROM PATTIS RE-RECORDING:

Then the poor mans roses

And the thrill when we kiss

Will be memories of paradise

That Ill 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 mans gold.

Yes, the rose of love means more to me

Than any rich mans gold