There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is the special one
It never seen that sign
Only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It’s growing in the street
Right up thru 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
I have to beg your pardon
I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her
As she grows in my garden