It was a cold a cold and wet December day
When we touched the ground at JFK
Sunset on the Uncle Sam
Charlie the Birdman
And 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
Moonlight on the avenue
God knows when they got to you
Strung out, you learned to sing
Eyes swollen like a bee sting
Birdland on 53, the street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a Love Supreme
Miles and she’s got to be an angel
Soul Love, this love won't let me go
So long, Angel of Harlem...
When we touched the ground at JFK
Sunset on the Uncle Sam
Charlie the Birdman
And 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
Moonlight on the avenue
God knows when they got to you
Strung out, you learned to sing
Eyes swollen like a bee sting
Birdland on 53, the street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and a Love Supreme
Miles and she’s got to be an angel
Soul Love, this love won't let me go
So long, Angel of Harlem...
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