Little Lottie/the Mirror

Phantom Of The Opera

Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools
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!'
Oh, you're so 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.
No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
I shan't keep you up late!
Raoul, no
You must change. I'll get my carriage. Two minutes - Little
Lotte.
No, Raoul, wait!