Little Lotte let her mind wander (Remember that too)

Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls

Or of goblins or shoes?

Or of riddles 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!

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!

Angel!