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