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 'Love Supreme'
 Miles, and she's got to be an angel

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

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

She says it's heart
 Heart and soul
 Yeah, 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
 Angel
 Angel of Harlem
 Angel
 Angel of Harlem
 All right, that's all right, that's all right