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