.There is a rose in Spanish Harlem. A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. It is a speciel one is 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 thru the concrete. But soft and sweet and dreaming. …. .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 It stars 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..
….Solo…. 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
