Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem - Jackie Edwards

There is a rose

In Spanish Harlem

A red rose up

In Spanish Harlem

It is a special one

That never sees the sun

And only comes out

When the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch her

As she grows in my garden

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 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

There is a rose

In Spanish Harlem

A red rose up

In Spanish Harlem

It is a special one

That never sees the sun

And only comes out

When the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch her

As she grows in my garden

There is a rose

In Spanish Harlem