Spanish Harlem

There's a rose in Spanish Harlem
 A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
 She is a special one, she's never seen the sun
 She only comes up when the moon is on the run
 And all the stars are gleaming
 She's growing in the street
 Right up through the concrete
 But soft sweet and dreamy
 There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
 A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
 With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
 And start 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
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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 look down in my soul
 And start a fire there and then I lose control
 I have to beg your pardon
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 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