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.

It’s growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
Soft and dreaming.

I found 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.

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.

I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden.

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