Little Lotte let her mind wander
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!'
Oh, you're so like an angel tonight
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!
Raoul, no
You must change. I'll get my carriage. Two minutes - Little Lotte.
No, Raoul, wait!

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 of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music

Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?
Christine, Christine

I am your Angel of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music