Cliff Richard - Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one
That never sees the sun
And only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
I'm goin' to 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
With eyes as black as coal
That look down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon

I'm goin' to 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 starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon

I'm goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

I'm goin' to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden

In Spanish Harlem