Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in black in Spanish Harlem

A rose in black in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal

That look down in my soul

And start a fire then, and it lose control

And I got to beg his pardon

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch it as it grows

In his garden

There is a rose in black in Spanish Harlem

A rose in black in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal

That look down in my soul

And start a fire then, and it lose control

And I got to beg his pardon

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch it as it grows

In his garden