There is a rose in Span ish Har lem,

a red rose up in Span ish Har lem.

It is a spe cial one, it’s nev er seen the sun.

It on ly comes out when the moon is on the run and all the stars are (D)gleam ing.

It’s grow ing in the street right up through the con crete but soft and sweet and (D)dream ing.

There is a rose in Span ish Har lem,

a red rose up in Span ish Har lem.

With eyes as black as coal, that looks down in my soul, and starts a fire out there and then I lose con trol, I have to beg your (D)par don.

I’m going to pick that rose and watch through the con crete but soft and sweet and (D)dream ing.

her as she grows

in my (D)gar den.