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

With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul

And start a fire there and the I loose control

I have to beg your pardon

I`m going to pick that rose and watches her as

She grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one its 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 to concrete

But soft and sweet and dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem