Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one,

that never sees the sun

And only comes out

when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleamin'

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

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

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)

In Spanish Harlem

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

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