Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It feels 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 streets right up through the concrete And soft a sound and dreamin' There's, there is a rose in Spanish Harlem Ooh, a red rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul It starts a fire there and then I lose control and have to beg your pardon I'm gotta to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden Yes Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul It starts a fire there and then I lose control and 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 Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh