Lyrics:

Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought, 'Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes?'

Raoul

'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'

You sang 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

Oh, no doubt of it
And now we go to supper

No, Raoul
The Angel of Music is very strict

Well, I shan't keep you up late

Raoul, no

You must change, I'll order 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?

I am your Angel of Music

Christine! Christine!

Come to me, Angel of Music