Spanish Harlem (midi)
1. There is a rose in Spanish Harlem, a red
rose up in Spanish Harlem.
F
It
is a special one, it's never seen the sun,
C
and
all the stars are gleaming.
G
It's growing in the street
right up through the concrete,
C
but soft and sweet and
dreaming.
2. There is a rose in Spanish Harlem, a red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
F
With eyes as black as coal,
that look down in my soul,
and start a fire there, and
then I lose control,
C
I have to beg your pardon.
G
C
I'm gonna pick that rose, and
watch her as she grows, in my garden.
C F
(Instr.
lines) It is a special one, it's
never seen the sun,
C
and
all the stars are gleaming.
G
C
I'm gonna 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.