There is 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 out

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 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 look down in my soul

And starts 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 starts 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