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
But soft and sweet and dreamin´

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 starts 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



I´m going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

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