Spanish Harlem Songtext
von Tom Jones

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It feels a special one, it′s never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run and all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the streets right up through the concrete
And soft a sound and dreamin′


There's, there is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Ooh, a red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
It starts a fire there and then I lose control and have to beg your pardon
I'm gotta to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
Yes
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm

With eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul
It starts a fire there and then I lose control and have to beg your pardon
I′m going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh