Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it never sees 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 gleaming
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'm apt to lose control
I want to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch it as it grows, in my garden
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
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch it as it grows, in my garden
I'm going to pick that rose
And watch it as it grows, in my garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
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