There is a rose in spanish harlem   A rose that grows in spanish harlem   It's never seen the sun   It only comes up when the moon is on the run   And all the stars are leaving   Well, it grows right in the street   Up between the concrete   But soft and sweet, and (breathing? ? )      There is a rose in spanish harlem   A rose that grows in spanish harlem   Oh, with eyes as black as coal   That reach down in my soul   And start a fire I can't control   I beg your pardon   Well, I want to pick that rose   And watch her as she grows   In my garden      There is a rose in spanish harlem   There is a rose in spanish harlem