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Spanish Harlem - Ben E. King
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 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
(There is a rose in
Spanish Harlem)
La-la-la, la-la-la,
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)