Spanish Harlem

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
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F
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