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...