Little Lotte .../The Mirror ... (Angel Of Music) (Live) - Andrew Lloyd Webber

Lyrics by：Charles Hart/Richard Stilgoe

Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber

Little Lotte let her mind wander

You remember that too

Little Lotte thought

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

"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

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

Well I shant keep you up late

No-

You must change I must get my hat

Two minutes little Lotte

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 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

I am your Angel of Music

Come to me Angel of Music

Christine