Spanish Harlem (Re-Recorded / Remastered)

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 dreamingThere 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 pardonI'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows in my gardenI'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows in my garden

Songwriters

JERRY LEIBER, PHIL SPECTORPublished by

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC