Andrew Lloyd Webber Little Lotte / the Mirror (Angel of Music) Lyrics

'Little Lotte let her mind wander ...'
You remember that, too ...
'... Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools ...' )
'... or of goblins, of shoes ...'
'... or of riddles, of frocks ...'
Those picnics in the attic ...

'... or of chocolates ...'
Father playing the violin ...
As we read to each other dark stories of the North ...
'No - what I love best, Lotte said,
is when I'm asleep in my bed,
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
'... The Angel of Music sings songs in my head!'
Father said,
'When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music to you'.
Well, father is dead,
Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
I shan't keep you up late!
No, Raoul ...
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes - Little Lotte.
Raoul!

Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool!
This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!

Angel! I hear you!
Speak - I listen ... stay by my side, guide me!

Angel, my soul was
weak - forgive me ... enter at last, Master!

Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow
I hide!

Look at your face in the mirror -
I am there inside!

Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your Glory!

Angel of Music! Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
Angel ...
I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...

Whose is that voice ...?
Who is that in there ...?

I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Christine! Angel!