There lives a rose in Spanish harlem
A red rose up in Spanish harlem
It is the special one
It`s never sees 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 through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamy
There lives a rose in Spanish harlem
A red rose up in Spanish harlem
With eyes as black as coal
That looks down in my soul
And start a fire there and then I loose control
I`ll 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)
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(There is a rose in Spanish harlem)
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