There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one; it抯 never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It抯 growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamy

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 then I lose control;
I have to beg your pardon
I抦 gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden

It is a special one; it抯 never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
I抦 gonna 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
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem