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 there is a rose in spanish harlem