Letra de A Poor Man's Roses (Or A Rich Man's Gold) - Reba Mcentire

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 calice and cold
He may learn to give his heart for love
Instead of buying it with gold
Then the poor man's roses
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And the thrill when we kiss
Will be memories of paradise
That I'll never miss
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