A Poor Man’s Roses (Or a Rich Man’s Gold) Reba McEntire

[Verse]
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 chalice and cold
He may learn to give his heart for love
Instead of buying it with gold

[Pre-Chorus]
Then the poor man's roses
And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That I'll never miss

[Chorus]
And yet the hand that brings a rose tonight
Is the hand that I will hold
For the rose of love means more to me
More than any rich man's gold

[Pre-Chorus]
Then the poor man's roses
And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That I'll never miss