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
Know 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
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 go to supper
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict
Well I shan't keep you up late
No!
You must change I must get my hat
Two minutes, little Lotte
Raoul!

Things have changed, Raoul
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
I am your Angel of music
Come to me Angel of Music