Little Lotte let her mind wanderLittle Lotte thought: Am I fonder
of doolsor of goblins of shoesor of riddles of frocksThose
picnics in the atticor of chocolatesFather playing the violinAs
we read to each other dark stories of the NorthNo - what I love
best, Lotte said,is when I'm asleep in my bedand the Angel
of Music sings songs in my head!'The Angel of Music sings
songs in my head!'Oh, you're so like an angel
tonightFather said, 'When I'm in heaven, childI will
send the Angel of Music to you'.Well, father is dead,
Raoul, and I have been visited by theAngel of Music.No doubt of
it - And now we'll go to supper!No, Raoul, the Angel of
Music is very strict.I shan't keep you up late!Raoul, noYou
must change. I'll get my carriage. Two minutes -
LittleLotte. No, Raoul, wait!Insolent boy!This slave of
fashionbasking 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 childyou 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
angelI am your Angel of MusicCome to me: Angel of MusicWhose is
that voice?Who is that in there?Christine, ChristineI am your
Angel of MusicCome to me: Angel of Music