(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(There's a rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
(A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
It is the special one, it never sees 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, sweet and dreaming
(There's a rose in Spanish Harlem)
(A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And it start a fire there and then he looses control
I wanna beg his pardon
He's going to pick that rose
and watches her as she grows
in his garden
(There's a rose in Spanish Harlem)
(A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And it start a fire there and then he looses control
I wanna beg his pardon
He's going to pick that rose
and watches her as she grows
in his garden
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
