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
  
But soft and sweet and dreamin'
  

  
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
  

  
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
  

  
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
  
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
  
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
  
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