Spanish Harlem

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
And it's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and beaming

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

With eyes as black as coal
They look down in my soul
And starts a fire there
And then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
And I'm gonna pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

Oh, I'm gonna pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden