Little Lotte let her mind wander

Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools

or of goblins of shoes

or of riddles 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're so 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.

No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!

No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.

I shan't keep you up late!

Raoul, no

You must change. I'll get 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?

Christine, Christine



I am your Angel of Music

Come to me: Angel of Music