Spanish Harlem

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 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

Soft and sweet and dreaming

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

Starts a fire there and 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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