Lyrics:

'Little Lotte let her mind wander...
You 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 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
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!