Angel of Music (Live at the Royal Albert Hall, 2011)

Brava, Brava, Bravissima

Christine, Christine

Christine

Where in the world have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect

I only wish I knew your secret

Who is this new tutor?

Instrumental

Father once spoke of an Angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing I can sense him

And I know he's here

Here in this room, he calls me softly

Somewhere inside, hiding

Somehow I know he's always with me

He, the unseen genius

I watched yor face from the shadows

Distant through all the applause

I hear your voice in the darkness

Yet the words aren't yours

Angel of music, guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory

Who is this angel?

Angel of music, hide no longer

Secret and strange Angel

He's with me even now

Your hands are cold

All around me

Your face, Christine, it's white!

It frightens me

Don't be frightened

Meg Giry, are you a dancer

Then go and practice

My dear, I was asked to give you this

A red scarf, the attic, little Lotte

There's no other way to describe it

What a relive, not a single refund

Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae

Here we are Monsieur le Vicomte

Gentleman, if you wouldn't, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied

As you wish Monsieur

They appear to have met before

Christin Daae, where is your red scarf

Monsieur?

You can't have lost it, after all the trouble I took

I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin

Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf

Oh Raoul, so it is you

Christin