Rebecca Pidgeon - Spanish Harlem - LIVE in New York
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Various Artists
Performer
Rebecca Pidgeon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JERRY LEIBER
Songwriter
Phil Spector
Songwriter
Letra
There's a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
She is a special one, she's never seen the sun
She only comes up when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
She's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft sweet and dreamy
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in his 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
A red 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
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden
