Little Lotte... / The Mirror... (Angel of Music) - Andrew Lloyd Webber
Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought
Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes
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 Lotte 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
You sang like an angel tonight
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
Oh no doubt of it.
and now we go to super
No Raoul the angel of music is very strict
Well I shant keep you up late
you must change i'll order my carriage
two minutes little Lotte
No Raoul wait!
this slave of fashion
basking in your glory
this brave young suitor
sharing in my triumph!
Angel I hear you!
Speak! I listen stay by my side
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
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
Writer(s): HART CHARLES CLINTON WILSON, LLOYD WEBBER ANDREW
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