Karaoké Spanish Harlem The Mamas and the Papas

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

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

It only comes out when the moon is on the run

And all the stars are gleaming

It's growing in the street right up through the concrete but soft and sweet and dreamy

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

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

And start a fire there and then I lose control

I have to beg your pardon

I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

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

And start a fire there and then I lose control

I have to beg your pardon

I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem

A red rose up in Spanish Harlem