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 blak as coal

That look down in my soul

And start a fire there

And then I lose control

And 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 blak as coal

That look down in my soul

And start a fire there

And then I lose control

And 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