Spanish Harlem

There's a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

She is a special one, she's never seen the sun

She only comes up when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

She's growing in the street

Right up through the concrete

But soft sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that look down in his 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

With eyes as black as coal that look 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

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden