It was a cold and wet December day
When we touched down at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound (of an Angel)
New York like a Christmas tree
I said tonight this city belongs to me (Angel)
Soul love this love won’t let me go
So long...Angel of Harlem
Birdland on 53, the street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles and she has 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
ooh ooh ooh ooh
she sings with heart, heart and soul
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
On the side streets and the alleyways
Like a star exploding in the night
Filling up the city with broad daylight
An Angel in Devil’s shoes
Salvation in the blues
You never looked like an Angel
So long...Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem
Angel, Angel of Harlem…
