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 
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