Spanish Harlem

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
 But soft and sweet
 And dreaming
 There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
 A red rose up in Spanish Harlem, yeah
 With eyes as black as coal
 That looks down in my soul
 And starts a fire there and then I lose control
 I have to beg your pardon
 I'm goin' 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, yeah
 With eyes as black as coal
 That looks down in my soul
 And starts a fire there and then I lose control
 I have to beg your pardon
 I'm goin' to pick that rose
 And watch her as she grows
 In my garden
 With eyes as black as coal
 That looks down in my soul
 And starts a fire there and then I lose control
 I have to beg your pardon
 I'm goin' to pick that rose
 And watch her as she grows
 In my garden
 I'm goin' to pick that rose
 And watch her as she grows
 In my garden
 I'm goin' to pick that rose
 And watch her as she grows
 In my garden
 Spanish Harlem
 Spanish Harlem
 Spanish Harlem
 Spanish Harlem
 Spanish Harlem