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 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
And start a fire there and the I loose control

I have to beg your pardon
I'm going to pick that rose and watches her as
She grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one its 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 to concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem