Spanish Harlem - Billy Joe Royal

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 dreaming

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem, yeah

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

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem, yeah

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

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

I’m goin' to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden

Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem

Spanish Harlem