Spanish Harlem Lyrics
Spanish Harlem - Lloyd Price
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one It's never sees the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
All the stars are dreaming
It's growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
Soft and sweet and gleaming
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
Starts a fire there and then I lose control
Beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose
Watch her as she grows in my garden
I'm going to pick that rose
Watch her as she grows in my garden
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