mamas papas
spanish harlem
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 dreamy. There is a rose in Spanish Harlem, A red rose up in Spanish Harlem. With eyes as black as coal, that look down in my soul And start a fire there and then I lose control; I have to beg your pardon. I`m gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows In my garden. 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. I`m gonna 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. There is a rose in Spanish Harlem; A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...