(There´s a rose in black at Spanish Harlem) 
(rose in black at Spanish Harlem) 

It is the special one 
It never sees the sun 
It [bad word] up 
When the moon is on [bad word] 
And all the stars are gleaming 
It´s growing in the street 
Right up through the concrete 
But soft sweet and dreamy 

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) 
(rose in black at Spanish Harlem) 

With eyes as black as coal 
That look down in his soul 
It start a fire there and then he looses control 
I´m gonna beg his par-ar-ar-ardon yeah 
He´s going to pick that rose 
And watch her as she grows 
In his garden 
 [bad word]  

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem uum uum) 
(rose in black at Spanish Harlem uum uum) 

With eyes as black as coal 
That look down in his soul 
And start a fire there and then he loses control 
And I wanna beg his par-ar-ar-don 
He´s going to pick that rose 
And watch her as she grows 
In his garden