Spanish Harlem

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 goin' 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 goin' to pick that rose