Spanish Harlem

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 out 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 dreaming
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 There is 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 starts a fire there and then I lose control
 I have to beg your pardon
 I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
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 I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
 In my garden
 (There is a rose in Spanish garden)
 La la la, la la la, la la la la
 (There is a rose in Spanish garden)
 La la la, la la la, la la la la
 (There is a rose in Spanish garden)