Spanish Harlem Lyrics

The Mamas & The Papas

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
It is a special one; ita¦ÂŠÂ¯ never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
Ita¦ÂŠÂ¯ 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.
Ia¦ÂŠÂ¦ gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden.

It is a special one; ita¦ÂŠÂ¯ never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
Ia¦ÂŠÂ¦ 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;
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...