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 It's the poor man's roses And the thrill when we kiss There'll be memories of paradise That I'll never miss (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And yes, 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 It's the poor man's roses And the thrill when we kiss There'll be memories of paradise That I'll never miss (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And yes, 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 Yes, the rose of love means more to me Than any rich man's gold