From St.Christopher's house   Into the streets you set out   With the dispossessed and the broken down   You looked around and saw the need   Dug in your heels, rolled up your sleeves   You were no stranger to the refugee   And you wouldn't let the bully boys get you down   These are your streets from the projects to the sums of Chinatown   From Denison square to the synagogue steps   The shopkeepers and merchants all families of immigrants      Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington      Laundry hanging in the ally yards   Cats sunning on the hoods of parked cars   Children messing 'round in the vacant lots   Fish market woman laughin' out loud   Old Portuguese men hanging 'round   In the ancient smoke of a local bar   You feeding birds right out of your hand   On the sidewalk cafe while the street preacher quotes old testament      Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington      Down in Alexandra Town   I can almost hear the old steel drums ringing out   Courage take courage   For every lonely soul that you lifted up   Pushing out the walls of this neighbourhood   I guess that's why they call you the angel of Kensington      Charlyn, Charlyn, Angel of Kensington      This is your family, this is your family...