La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la There's a rose in black at the Spanish Harlem A rose in black at the Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it never sees the sun It only comes up when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming He's growing in the street, right up through the concrete But soft, sweet and dreamy 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 start a fire there and then he loses control I'm gonna beg his pardon, yeah He's going 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 start a fire there and then he loses control And I'm gonna beg his pardon He's going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in his garden La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la