There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one

It's never seen 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

So soft and sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal

That looks on in my soul

And starts a fire burning

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

Lalalala