There lives a rose in Spanish harlem
A red rose up in Spanish harlem
It is the special one
It's 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 and sweet and dreamy
There lives a rose in Spanish harlem
A red rose up in Spanish harlem
With eyes as black as coal
That looks down in my soul
And start a fire there and then I
loose control
I'll 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
(There is a rose in Spanish harlem)
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la
(There is a rose in Spanish harlem)
La-la-la la-la-la la-la-la la
(There is a rose in Spanish harlem)
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