January 3, 2021 | Leave a comment There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is the special one, it’s never seen the sunIt only comes out when the moon is on the runAnd all the stars are gleamingIt’s growing in the streetRight up through the concreteBut soft and sweet and dreaming There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coalThat looks down in my soulAnd starts a fire there and then I lose controlI have to beg your pardonI’m going to pick that roseAnd watch her as she growsIn my garden I’m going to pick that roseAnd watch her as she growsIn my garden (There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)… There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is the special one, it’s never seen the sunIt only comes out when the moon is on the runAnd all the stars are gleamingIt’s growing in the streetRight up through the concreteBut soft and sweet and dreaming There is a rose… Read More