There is a rose in Spanish Harlem            

A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem          

It's never seen the sun                      

It only comes up when the moon is on the run 

And all the stars are leaving                

Well, it grows right in the street           

Up between the concrete                      

But soft and sweet, and (breathing??)        

                                             

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem            

A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem          

Oh, with eyes as black as coal               

That reach down in my soul                   

And start a fire I can't control             

I beg your pardon                            

Well, I want 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