Song Lyrics
but soft and sweet
And watch her as she grows, and watch her as she grows, and watch her as she grows
spanish harlem
that looks down in my soul
and watch her as she grows
Spanish harlem, i m goin to pick that rose, i m goin to pick that rose
but soft and sweet
it s never seen the sun
It is a special one, there is a rose in spanish harlem, in my garden
In my garden, i have to beg your pardon
And dreaming, i m goin to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows, spanish harlem
There is a rose in spanish harlem, i have to beg your pardon, spanish harlem
It only comes out when the moon is on the run, i m goin to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows, it s growing in the street Frankie, and watch her as she grows
And watch her as she grows, with eyes as black as coal Valli, a red rose up in spanish harlem
a red rose up in spanish harlem
A red rose up in spanish harlem, and starts a fire there and then i lose control, i have to beg your pardon
and dreaming
I m goin to pick that rose, and watch her as she grows Frankie, and watch her as she grows
There is a rose in spanish harlem, and watch her as she grows Frankie, with eyes as black as coal
and starts a fire there and then i lose control
Right up through the concrete, with eyes as black as coal, and watch her as she grows
In my garden, and watch her as she grows Valli, a red rose up in spanish harlem
And watch her as she grows, i have to beg your pardon
And watch her as she grows, it s growing in the street
And watch her as she grows, and starts a fire there and then i lose control
In my garden, and watch her as she grows, and watch her as she grows
And all the stars are gleaming, but soft and sweet, and watch her as she grows
And all the stars are gleaming, and watch her as she grows Valli, it only comes out when the moon is on the run
in my garden
Spanish harlem, it s never seen the sun
I m goin to pick that rose, with eyes as black as coal
And watch her as she grows, with eyes as black as coal
I m goin to pick that rose, and watch her as she grows, in my garden
I have to beg your pardon, there is a rose in spanish harlem Valli, and dreaming