About the song
“Spanish Harlem,” a soulful masterpiece penned by the legendary songwriting duo of Jerry Leiber and Phil Spector, has etched its place in the annals of music history. Released in 1960, the song marked a pivotal moment in the career of Ben E. King, propelling him to solo stardom after his tenure with The Drifters. This timeless ballad, characterized by its evocative lyrics and infectious melody, has resonated with audiences for decades, becoming a quintessential representation of the urban experience.
Produced by the dynamic team of Leiber and Mike Stoller, “Spanish Harlem” boasts a rich orchestral arrangement featuring the distinctive sounds of Spanish guitar, marimba, and saxophone. This sonic tapestry, combined with King’s emotive vocals, creates a captivating atmosphere that transports listeners to the heart of the song’s titular neighborhood. The song’s iconic opening riff, reportedly conceived by Spector and his girlfriend, has become synonymous with the track, instantly recognizable to music lovers worldwide.
Beyond its musical brilliance, “Spanish Harlem” is a lyrical gem that paints a vivid portrait of life in a bustling urban environment. The song’s nostalgic and romantic tone has captivated audiences, while its exploration of themes of love, loss, and aspiration has ensured its enduring relevance.
With its chart-topping success and countless covers by artists such as Aretha Franklin, “Spanish Harlem” has solidified its status as a cultural touchstone. Its inclusion on Rolling Stone’s prestigious list of the “500 Greatest Songs of All Time” is a testament to its profound impact on popular music.
“Spanish Harlem” continues to inspire and enchant listeners, serving as a timeless reminder of the power of music to evoke emotion and create a lasting legacy.
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Lyrics
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 dreaming
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal
Then 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
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)