There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
I t 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
I t's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'
T here is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
W ith 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 pic k that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
( There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)...