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, and 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 

She says it's 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 

Angel...angel of Harlem...