(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) (There's a rose in Black and Spanish Harlem) (A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
It is the special one, it never sees 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, sweet and dreaming
(There's a rose in Spanish Harlem) (A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal That look down in his soul And it start a fire there and then he looses control I wanna beg his pardon He's going to pick that rose and watches her as she grows in his garden
(There's a rose in Spanish Harlem) (A rose in Black and Spanish Harlem)
With eyes as black as coal That look down in his soul And it start a fire there and then he looses control I wanna beg his pardon He's going to pick that rose and watches her as she grows in his garden (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
