The Drifters - Spanish Harlem
Tekst en muziek: Jerry Leiber en Phil Spector
(1960)






There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is the special one
It’s never seen the sun
It only comes up when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It’s 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 touch down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden



I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows
In my garden



There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Lalala lalala lalala la
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
Lalala lalala lalala la
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem









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