Spanish Harlem lyrics - Ben E. King

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 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

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

I'm going to pick that rose

And watch her as she grows

In my garden

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)...