I must make u-up my mi-ind today

What to ha-ave, what to ho-old

A poo-oor ma-an's rose-e-es, or a-a rich ma-an's gold



One's as wealthy as a king in a palace

Though he-e's callous a-and cold

He may learn to give his heart for lo-ove

Instead of buyin' it with go-old



And then the poo-oor ma-an's rose-e-es

Or the thrill when we ki-iss

Will be-ee memories of paradi-ise that I'll never miss



And yet the hand that brings the rose toni-ight

Is the-e hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me-ee

More than any rich man's go-old



And then the poo-oor ma-an's rose-e-es

Or the thrill when we ki-iss

Will be-ee memories of paradise that I'll never miss



And yet the hand that brings the rose toni-ight

Is the-e hand I will hold

For the rose of love means more to me-ee

Than any rich ma-an's gold...