Spanish Harlem - The Mamas The Papas

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 dreamy

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 start a fire there and then I lose control

I have to beg your pardon

I'm gonna pick that rose

And watch her as she grows in my garden

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

I'm gonna pick that rose

And watch her as she grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem