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
There Is a Rose in Spanish Harlem