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 gleamingIt's growing in the street

Right up through the concrete

Soft and dreamin'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 starts a fire there

And then I lose control

I have to beg your pardonI'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden