Little Lotte / the Mirror (Angel of Music) Songtext

von Andrew Lloyd Webber

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

*CHRISTINE*
Raoul

*RAOUL*
(laughs)
Or of riddles or frocks

*CHRISTINE*
Those picnics in the attic

*RAOUL*
Or of chocolates

*CHRISTINE*
Father playing the violin

*RAOUL*
As we read to each other
Dark stories of the North

*CHRISTINE*
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

*BOTH*
The Angel of Music sings songs in my head

*RAOUL*
You sang like an angel tonight

*CHRISTINE*
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

*RAOUL*
Oh no doubt of it.
And now we go to super

*CHRISTINE*
No Raoul the angel of music is very strict
*RAOUL*
Well I shant keep you up late
*CHRISTINE*
Raoul no!
*RAOUL*
You must change i'll order my carriage
Two minutes little Lotte

*CHRISTINE*
No Raoul wait!
(The Mirror)
*PHANTOM*
Insolent boy!
This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant boy
This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph!

*CHRISTINE*
Angel I hear you!
Speak! I listen stay by my side
Guide me
Angel my soul was weak forgive me!
Enter at last master!
*PHANTOM*
Flattering child you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there inside!

*CHRISTINE*
Angel of music guide and Guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of Music hide no longer
Come to me, strange angel

*PHANTOM*
I am your Angel of music
Come to me Angel of Music