F
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
 
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem 

Bb
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun 

It only comes out when the moon is on the run 

                     F
And all the stars are gleaming

C 
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete 

                          F
But soft and sweet and dreamin' 

F
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem 

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem 

Bb
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul 

And starts a fire there and then I lose control 

                  F
I have to beg your pardon 

C
I'm going to pick that rose 

                                   F
and watch her as she grows in my garden 

F
La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la

F
La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la

F
La-la-la La-la-la La-la-la