Spanish Harlem
Theres a rose in Black and Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it never sees the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are a gleaming
Its growing in the street,
Right up through the concrete,
But softly and dreaming...
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal,
That look down in his soul
And start a fire there,
And then he loses control
Im going to beg his pardon, yeh
Hes going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In his garden...
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal,
That look down in his soul
And start a fire there,
And then he loses control
And Im going to beg his pardon
Hes going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In his garden.
