Little Lottie, let her mind wander. You remember that too. Little Lottie, for to am I fonder of dolls, Or of goblins, of 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. Know 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. Father said, when I'm in 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. No doubt of it, and now we go to supper. No, Raoul, the angel of music is very strict. I shan't keep you up late. No. You must change, I must get my hat. Two minutes. Little Lottie. Raoul! Things have changed, Raoul. 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, my star. 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 of music, Come to me, angel of music. I am your angel of music, Come to me, angel of music. Steve!