Letras
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleamin'
It's growin' in the street, right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and beamin'
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that burns down in my soul
It starts a fire burnin', then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden
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