Andrew Lloyd Webber - Little Lotte.../The Mirror... (Angel Music) lyrics

Little Lotte let her mind wander

Remember that too

Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls

Or of goblins or shoes?


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!