Spanish Harlem

"Spanish Harlem" 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 It's soft and sweet and dreamin There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem