Lala la
la la la
la la la la
Lala la
la la la
la la la la
There's a rose in black
at Spanish Harlem
A rose in black
at Spanish Harlem
It is the special one
It never sees 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 sweet and dreamy
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black
at Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black
as coal
that look down
in his soul
It start a fire there
and then he loses control
I'm gonna beg his
pardon yeah
He's 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
at 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 I'm gonna beg
his pardon
He's going to pick that rose
and watch her
as she grows
in his garden
Lala la
la la la
la la la la
La la
lala la
lala la la
La la
lala la
lala la la
La la
lala la
lala la la