There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare 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 gleaming I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows In my garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rare
rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal That look down in my soul
And start 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 There
is a rose in
Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal That look down in my soul
And start 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 There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem