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 so 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 looks down in my soul and starts a fire growing then i lose control i have to beg your pardon i m goin to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden i m goin to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la