Spanish Harlem- Ben E. King (cover)
There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish HarlemIt's never seen the sunIt's always on the runIt only comes out when the moon is on the runAnd all the stars are gleamingIt's growing in the street right up through the concreteBut soft and sweet and dreamin'
There is a rose in Spanish HarlemA red rose up in Spanish HarlemWith eyes as black as coal that look down in my soulAnd starts a fire there and then I lose controlI have to beg your pardonI'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
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