Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem - Dennis Brown

Wooh ah yeah

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 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

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

Yeah

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black coal

That look 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

Yeah wooh yeah

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

My beautiful rose

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

Yeah ah go there love that above

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem