There ´ s a rose in black at Spanish Harlem

A rose in black at Spanish Harlem

It is the special one

It never sees the sun

It only comes up

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 sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A rose in black at Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal

That look down in his soul

It start a fire there

And then he looses control

I ´ m gonna beg his par-ar-ar-ardon yeah

He ´ s going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In his garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A rose in black at Spanish Harlem uum uum

With eyes as black as coal

That look down in his soul

And start a fire there

And then he loses control

And I wanna beg his par-ar-ar-don

He ´ s going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In his garden