Lyrics:

Lalala...

There is a rose in black in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem

It is a 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 dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And starts a fire there and then he loses control
I wanna beg his pardon, yeah

He's goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in his garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rose in black at Spanish Harlem

With eyes as black as coal
That look down in his soul
And starts a fire there and then he loses control
And I wanna beg his pardon

He's goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in his garden

Lalala...