Little Lotte…/The Mirror… (Angel of Music) Songtext
von Andrew Lloyd Webber

Little Lotte let her mind wander, Little Lotte thought
"Am I fonder of dolls, or of goblins, or shoes?" (Raoul)
"Or of riddles, or 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 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