Angel of Music

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 your great tutor? 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 Christine, you must have been dreaming Stories like this can't come true Christine, you're talking in riddles And it's not like you Angel of Music, guide and guardian Grant to me your glory (who is this angel?) (This) 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)