Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it 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 street, right up through the concrete
So soft and sweet and mean

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, then I have to lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watch it as it grows
In my darling

It is a special one, it never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming

I'm going to pick that rose and watch it as it grows
In my darling
I'm going to pick that rose and watch it as it grows
In my darling

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) La-la-la, la-la-la