Raoul:
Little Lotte let her mind wander

Little Lotte thought,
Am I fonder of dolls,
Or of goblins or shoes.

Christine:
Raoul
Raoul:
Of riddles or frocks.
Christine:
Those picnics in the attic
Raoul:
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 songs in my head

Raoul:
Oh, you sang like an angel tonight

Christine:
Father said,

"When I'm in heaven child,

I will send the angel of music to you"

My father is dead Raoul,

And I have been visited by the angel of music
Raoul:
Oh no doubt of it,
And now we go to supper
Christine:
No Raoul,
The angel of music is very strict
Raoul:
Well I shant keep you up late
Christine:
Raoul no
Raoul:
You must change
I'll order my carriage,
Two minutes, Little Lotte
Christine:
No, Raoul wait

Phantom:
Insolent boy,
This slave of fashion,
Basking in your glory

Ignorant fool
This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph

Christine:
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:
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 of music

Come to me angel of music
Come to me angel of music
Raoul:
Who's is that voice,
Who is that in there?
Phantom:
I am your angel of music

Come to me angel of music