Spanish Harlem Lyrics - Sam Butera

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 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) 

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la 

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) 

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la 

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)