Spanish Harlem

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

It's growing in the street

Right up through the concrete

But soft and sweet and 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 until 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

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden