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