D
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
D
A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
G
It is a special one, its never seen in the sun
It only comes up when the moon is on the run
D
And all the stars are gleaming
A
Its growing in the street right up through the concrete
D
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But soft and sound in pale moon
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A rare rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
And start a fire there and I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
A7
I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows
D
In my garden
