PHANTOM: Wandering child,

so lost, so helpless

Yearning for my guidance

CHRISTINE: Angel or

father? Friend or Phantom?

Who is it there, staring?

PHANTOM: Have you forgotten your angel?

CHRISTINE: Angel oh speak,

what endless longings

Echo in this whisper

PHANTOM: Too long you've

wandered in winter

Far from my fathering gaze

CHRISTINE: Wildly my

mind beats against you

PHANTOM: You resist!

Both: Yet your my soul obeys

Both:Angel of music, you I denied me you

Turning from true beauty!

PHANTOM Christine: Angel of music,

Do not shun me my protector

PHANTOM CHRISTINE: Come to

your me, strange angel!

PHANTOM: I am your angel of music,

Come to me, angel of music