Testo Spanish Harlem

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem It's never seen the sun It only comes up when the moon is on the run And all the stars are leaving Well, it grows right in the street Up between the concrete But soft and sweet, and (breathing??) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose that grows in Spanish Harlem Oh, with eyes as black as coal That reach down in my soul And start a fire I can't control I beg your pardon Well, I want to pick that rose And watch her as she grows In my garden There is a rose in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem