Little Lotte / The Mirror (Angel of Music)

Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought
Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?

Raoul
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 sang 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

Oh, no doubt of it
And now, we go to supper
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict
Well, I shan't keep you up late
Raoul, no

You must change
I'll order 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?!

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

Christine! Christine!