Ben E. King - Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is a special one, it's never seen the sun

It only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

It's growing in the street right up through the concrete

But soft and sweet and dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul

And starts a fire there and then I lose control

I have to beg your pardon

I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her

As she grows in my garden

I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her

As she grows in my garden

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

La la la, la la la, la la la la

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)