"There is a rose in black at Spanish Harlem A rose in black at Spanish Harlem It is the special one It never sees 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 sweet and dreamy There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A rose in black at Spanish Harlem With eyes as black as coal That look down in his soul It start a fire there and then he looses control I?m gonna beg his par-ar-ar-ardon yeah He?s going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows In his garden...."_________Aretha Franklin lyrics______________The song done by many, but I grew up on Aretha Franklins version. Hope you enjoy! Thanks!! ~Steve