Spanish Harlem Lyrics

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It 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
It's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
So soft and sweet
And dreaming


There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
That looks down in my soul
And starts a fire growing, then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

I'm goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

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