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 gleamin' 
I'm going 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 going to pick that rose 
and watch her as she grows in my garden
 
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
 
I'm going to pick that rose 
and watch her as she grows in my garden 
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) 
In Spanish Harlem 
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) 
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