F There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem Bb It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run F And all the stars are gleaming C It's growing in the street right up through the concrete F But soft and sweet and dreamin' F There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem Bb With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul And starts a fire there and then I lose control F I have to beg your pardon C I'm going to pick that rose F and watch her as she grows in my garden F La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la F La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la F La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la