Little Lottie let her mind wander. Little Lottie thought, am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes? Rattle. 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, Lottie 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. Ah, you sang like an angel tonight. Father said, when I'm an 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 supper. No, Raoul. The angel of music is very strict. Well, I shan't keep you up late. Raoul, no. You must change. I'll order my carriage. Two minutes, little Lottie. No, Raoul, wait. The Angel of Music The Angel of Music The Angel of Music 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. Guide to me your glory. Angel of music, I no longer. Love to be strange angel. I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music. Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? I am your angel of music. Christine! Christine! Come to me, angel of music.