A Poor Mans Roses (or a Rich Mans Gold) - текст песни
A Poor Man's Roses (or a Rich Man's Gold)
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 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
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