There is a rose in Spanish harlem
a red rose up in Spanish harlem
it is the 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 growning in the street right up through the country
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
and starts a fire there and then I lose control
I'll 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)
la la la la la la la la la la (there is a rose in Spanish harlem)
la la la la la la la la la la (there is a rose in Spanish harlem)