It was a cold and
wet December day
when we touched
the ground at JFK
Snow was melting
on the ground
On BLS I heard
the sound
of an angel
New York,
like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city
belongs to me
Angel
Soul love...
This love won't
let me go
So long..
Angel of Harlem
Birdland on
fifty-three
The street sounds
like a symphony
We got John Coltrane
and a love supreme
Miles says she's
got to be an angel
Lady Day got
diamond eyes
She sees the truth
behind the lies
Angel
Soul love...
This love won't
let me go
So long...
Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem
Ooh.. ooh..
She sings with
heart... and soul...
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Right now
Blue light
on the avenue
God knows they
got to you
An empty glass,
the lady sings
Eyes swollen like
a bee sting
Blinded you lost
your way
Through the side
streets and
the alleyway
Like a star exploding
in the night
Falling to the city
in broad daylight
An angel in
Devil's shoes
Salvation in
the blues
You never looked
like an angel
Yeah yeah
Angel of Harlem
Angel...
Angel of Harlem
Angel...
Angel of Harlem
