Ben E. King

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#1
C
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
F
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun,
It only comes out when the moon is on the run,
                      C
And all the stars are gleaming.
G
It's growing in the street,
Right up through the concrete...
             C
But soft and dreaming.

#2
C
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem,
F
With eyes as black as coal,
That look down in my soul,
And start a fire, and then I lose control,
                   C
I have to beg your pardon.
G
I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows...
      C
In my garden.

repeat #2

G
I'm gonna pick that rose,
                                  C
And watch her as she grows, in my garden.
C
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem...