Written by bob hilliard and milton delugg   (as recorded by patsy cline november 8, 1956)      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   For the rose of love means more to me   More than any rich man's gold      (repeat last two verses)