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 Angel angel of Harlem Angel angel of Harlem Angel angel of Harlem