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
Well 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 says She's got to be
An Angel

Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the [bad word] behind the lies
Angel

Soul love
Well this love won't let me go
So long
Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem, yeah

She says with heart, 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...