Spanish Harlem (Live)

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it never sees the sun

It only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows

In dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that see down in my soul

And start a fire there and then I lose control

I have to beg your pardon

I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows

In my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows

In my garden