Harlem Roses Lyrics

Harlem roses
Dyin' breed
Grow Long
Everything is new to me
Fine collection
Mine to show
In dim light
What a lovely thing to hold
My Harlem rose

Drew the image
Five degrees
Two sides
Open to the trophy east

In Messina
On to Rome
There's one thing
Showin' me the way home

But I mind the side that won
You know it when it comes
The too old-fashioned sun
You know it when it comes
I mind the side that won