There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is the 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 looks 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)...