文本歌词

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 looks down in my soul
And starts a fire there and
then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm goin' to pick that
rose and watch her
As she grows in my garden
I'm goin' to pick that
rose and watch her
As she grows in my garden
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
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la la la la
There is a rose
in Spanish Harlem
La la la, la la la
la la la la
There is a rose in
Spanish Harlem