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