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, or 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 (Christine! Christine!)

Come to me, Angel of Music