There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With his special one It's never seen the sun
It only comes up when the moon is on
the run And all the stars are gleaming
It's going in the street Right up to the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamy
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
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem