Angel Of Music

Meg: Christine, Christine



Phantom: Christine ...



Meg:

Where in the world

Have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect

I only wish I knew your secret

Who is your great tutor?



Christine:

Father once spoke of an angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing I can sense him

And I know he's here

Here in this room

He calls me softly

Somewhere inside hiding

Somehow I know he's always with me

Here, the unseen genius



Meg:

Christine you must have been dreaming

Stories like this can't come ture

Christine you're talking in riddles

And it's not like you



Christine:

Angel of music

Guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory



Meg: Who is this angel?, this



Both:

Angel of music

Hide no longer

Secret and strange, angel



Christine: He's with me even now

Meg: Your hands are cold

Christine: All around me

Meg: Your face Christine it's white

Christine: It frightens me

Meg: Don't be frightened