Spanish Harlem — текст песни (Tom Jones)

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 gleaming
It`s growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin`

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that look 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
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem