There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
It is a special one; itA?A¦A…A A‚A? never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
ItA?A¦A…A A‚A? growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamy.
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 start a fire there and then I lose control;
I have to beg your pardon.
IA?A¦A…A A‚A¦ gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
In my garden.
It is a special one; itA?A¦A…A A‚A? never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
IA?A¦A…A A‚A¦ 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.
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...
1 | No Salt on Her Tail |
2 | Twist and Shout |
3 | You Baby |
4 | I Wanna Be a Star |
5 | The In Crowd |
6 | Dancing Bear |
7 | Frustration |
8 | Too Late |
9 | Pearl |
10 | Got a Feelin' |