Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one
It's never seen the sun
It only comes up when
The moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street
Right up thru the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in my soul
And start a fire there
And then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm gonna pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

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