Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem - Tom Jones

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

And soft and sound and dreamin'

Yes

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

Yes

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