Chesky Record-Spanish Harlem
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

She is a special one

She's never seen the sun

She only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

She'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 start a fire there and then I lose control

And have to beg your pardon

I'm going to 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

With eyes as black as coal

That look down in my soul

And start a fire there and then I lose control

And 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