Webber Andrew Lloyd - Little LotteThe Mirror Lyrics

RAOUL

Little Lotte let her mind wander . . .?



CHRISTINE

You remember that, too . . .



RAOUL (continuing)

. . . Little Lotte thought: Am Ifonder

of dolls . . .?



BOTH (CHRISTINE joining in)

. . . or of goblins,

of shoes . . .?



CHRISTINE

. . . or of riddles.

of frocks . . .?



RAOUL

Those picnics in the attic . . .

. . . or of chocolates . . .?



CHRISTINE

Father playing the violin . . .



RAOUL

As we read to each other

dark stories of the North . . .



CHRISTINE

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!?



BOTH

. . . the Angel of Music sings song in my

head!?



PHANTOM

Insolent boy!

This slave

of fashion

basking in your

glory!



Ignorant fool!

This brave

young suitor,

sharing in my

triumph!



CHRISTINE (spell-bound)

Angel! I hear you!

Speak -

I listen . . .

stay by my side,

guide me!



Angel, my soul was weak -

forgive me . . .

enter at last,

Master!



PHANTOM

Flattering child,

you shall know me,

see why in shadow

I hide!



Look at your face

in the mirror -

I am there

inside!



CHRISTINE (ecstatic)

Angel of Music!

Guide and guardian!

Grant to me your

glory!



Angel of Music!

Hide no longer!

Come to me, strange

angel...



PHANTOM

I am your Angel ...

Come to me: Angel of Music ...



RAOUL

Whose is that voice . . .?

Who is that in there . . .?



PHANTOM

I am your Angel of Music . . .

Come to me: Angel of Music . . .



RAOUL

Christine! Angel!