"Spanish Harlem" lyrics

Laura Nyro & Labelle Lyrics

"Spanish Harlem"
(originally by Ben E. King)

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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem (Ooh)
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 (I'm gonna pick that rose)
Love is growing in the street
Right through the concrete
Right through the concrete
Right through the concrete
Soft and dreaming
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem (Ooh)
With eyes as black as coal
He looks down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon (I'm gonna pick that rose)
I'm goin' to pick that rose
And watch him as he grows
In my garden

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Writer(s): Jerry Leiber, Phillip Spector
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