LITTLE LOTTE-THE MIRROR - Andrew Lloyd Webber
Little Lotte let her mind wander
You remember that too
Little Lotte thought: Am Ifonder
Of dolls
or of goblins
Of shoes
or of riddles
Of frocks
Those picnics in the attic
or of chocolates
As we read to each other
Dark stories
No what I love best Lotte said
Is when Im asleep in my bed
And the Angel of Music sings songs in my
Head
the Angel of Music sings song 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
Come to me: Angel of Music
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me: Angel of Music
Christine Angel