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

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 super

No Raoul the angel of music is very strict

Well I shant keep you up late

Raoul no 72910,-279)

You must change i'll order my carriage

Two minutes little Lotte

Insolent boy

This slave of fashion

Basking in your glory

Ignorant boy

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