Spanish Harlem 가사

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la... La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la... There is a rose in Spanish Harlem; A red rose up in Spanish Harlem... It is 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 gleamin' (I'm gonna pick that rose...); Love is growing in the street, right through the concrete, Right through the concrete, Right through the concrete, Soft and dreamin'... La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la... There is a rose in Spanish Harlem; A red rose up in Spanish Harlem... With eyes as black as coal, he looks down in my soul, And starts a fire there, and then I lose control... I have to beg your pardon (I'm gonna pick that rose); I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch him as he grows in my garden... (There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...) La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la... (There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...) La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la... (There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...) La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la... (There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...) La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la , la-la...