Little Lotte / The Mirror (Angel Of Music) (The Andrew Lloyd Webber 2026 Mix)

Little Lotte let her mind wander
You remember that too?
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"
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
Whose is that voice?
Who is that in there?
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
Christine!
Angel!