La la la, la la la, la la la la
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her
And all the stars are gleaming
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
I have to beg your pardon
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her
But soft and sweet and dreamin'
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
With eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
As she grows in my garden
As she grows in my garden
La la la, la la la, la la la la
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
