About the song
Ben E. King’s “Spanish Harlem,” a soulful ballad released in 1960, continues to resonate with audiences across generations. Crafted by the songwriting duo of Jerry Leiber and Phil Spector, and produced by Leiber and Mike Stoller, this timeless piece captures the essence of urban life and the pursuit of dreams.
Emerging from the vibrant backdrop of New York City’s Spanish Harlem, the song paints a vivid picture of a neighborhood teeming with life, love, and aspirations. With its infectious melody and King’s emotive vocals, “Spanish Harlem” transports listeners to a world of romance, heartache, and the enduring spirit of hope.
The song’s enduring popularity can be attributed to its universal themes and relatable lyrics. King’s heartfelt rendition explores the complexities of love, loss, and the challenges faced by individuals striving to make their mark in a bustling metropolis. The evocative imagery of “Spanish Harlem” evokes a sense of nostalgia and longing, inviting listeners to reflect on their own experiences and aspirations.
Beyond its commercial success, “Spanish Harlem” has left an indelible mark on popular culture. It has been covered by numerous artists, including Aretha Franklin, whose powerful interpretation further solidified the song’s legacy. The track’s inclusion on Rolling Stone’s list of the “500 Greatest Songs of All Time” is a testament to its enduring appeal and cultural significance.
With its timeless melody, poignant lyrics, and King’s soulful delivery, “Spanish Harlem” remains a captivating and enduring piece of music. It continues to inspire and resonate with audiences, reminding us of the power of love, hope, and the enduring spirit of the human heart.
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Lyrics
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 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 dreaming[Verse 2]
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
That looks 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[Outro]
I’m going to pick that rose
And watch her as she grows in my garden
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
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
(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)