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

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Writer(s): Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector