文本歌词

Spanish Harlem - Rebecca Pidgeon
There is a rose in spanish harlem
A red rose up in spanish harlem
She is a special one
She's never seen the sun
She only comes out
When the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
She's growing in the street right up
Through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming
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
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