There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up
in Spanish Harlem
It is the special one
it's never
seen the sun
It only comes up
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 dreamy
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up
in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as
black as coal
that touch down
in my soul
And starts a fire
there and then
I lose control
and have to
beg your pardon
I want to pick
that rose
and watch her
as she grows
in my garden
I want to
pick that rose
and watch her
as she grows
in my garden
(There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem)
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