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 dreamin' 

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 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 
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem