Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one that never sees the sun

And only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleamin'

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

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

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

In Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem