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
It´s soft and sweet and dreamin´

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem