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 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 BEAMING
THERE IS A ROSE IN
SPANISH HARLEM
A RED ROSE UP IN
SPANISH HARLEM
WITH EYES AS
BLACK AS COAL
THEN LOOKS 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
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA
THERE IS A ROSE IN
SPANISH HARLEM