SPANISH HARLEM
(Jerry Leiber-Spector)

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one that never sees the Sun
And only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare 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 going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden

(la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

With eyes as black as coal 
They’ll look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden

I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
In Spanish Harlem
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
In Spanish, in Spanish …