Angel of Harlem

Angel of Harlem

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, yeah

Ohh woahh ohhh woahh ohhh

She says it's heart

Heart and soul

Yeah, yeah, hey 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 e ploding 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