Spanish Harlem Songtext

von Rebecca Pidgeon

There's a rose in black at Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem
It is the special one 
It never sees the sun It only comes up 
When the moon is on the run 
And all the stars are gleaming 
It's growing in the street 
Right up through the concrete 
But soft sweet and dreamy 

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal 
That look down in his soul 
It start a fire there and then he looses control 
I'm gonna beg his pardon yeah 
He's going to pick that rose 
And watch her as she grows In his garden 

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem uum uum
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem uum uum
With eyes as black as coal 
That look down in his soul 
And start a fire there and then he loses control 
And I wanna beg his par-ar-ar-don 
He's going to pick that rose 
And watch her as she grows In his garden