Drop me off in Harlem
Any place in Harlem
There's someone waiting there
Who makes it seem like Heaven up in Harlem

I don't want your Dixie
You can keep your Dixie
There's no one down in Dixie
Who can take me 'way from my hot Harlem

Harlem has those southern skies
They're in my baby's smile
I idolize my baby's eyes
And classy up-town style

If Harlem moved to China
I know of nothing finer
Than to stow away on a 'plane some day
And have them drop me off in Harlem

Harlem has those southern skies
They're in my baby's smile
I idolize my baby's eyes
And classy up-town style

If Harlem moved to China
I know of nothing finer
Than to stow away on a 'plane some day
And have them drop me off in Harlem

If Harlem moved to China
I know nothing finer than to be in Harlem

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Writer(s): Horace Silver