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...