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
(ch)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
Oooh, oooh….oooh, aaahh aaaaahhh She says it's heart...heart and soul... Yeah yeah...(yeah)
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