Billy Forrest - Spanish Harlem

There is a rose
In Spanish Harlem
A rare 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
That soft and sweet
And dreaming

There is a rose
In Spanish Harlem
A rare 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
And have to beg your pardon

I'm going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

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)
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)

Written by:
Jerry Leiber, Phil Spector

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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