La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la There´s a rose in black and Spanish Harlem A rose in black and Spanish Harlem It is the special one, it never sees the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleamin´ 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 rose in black and Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul And starts a fire there and then he lose his control I´m gonna beg his pardon, yeah He´s going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in his garden There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose in black and Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal that look down in his soul
And start a fire there, then he lose his control And I´m gonna beg his pardon He´s going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in his garden La la la, la la la, la la la la La la, la la la, la la la la