text: There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
  A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem
  Its never seen the sun
  It only comes up when the moon is on the run
  And all the stars are leaving
  Well, it grows right in the street
  Up between the concrete
  But soft and sweet, and 
  There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
  A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem
  Oh, with eyes as black as coal
  That reach down in my soul
  And start a fire I cant control
  I beg your pardon
  Well, I want to pick that rose
  And watch her as she grows
  In my garden
  There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
  There is a rose in Spanish Harlem