Spanish Harlem

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