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