Little Lotte / The Mirror (Angel of Music)

Little Lotte let her mind wander

Remember that too

Little Lotte thought

"Am I fonder of dolls

Or of goblins or shoes

Or of riddles or 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"

Insolent boy!

This slave of passion 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

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!

Angel!