Angel Of Music (Live At The Royal Albert Hall, 2011)

Brava, Brava, Bravissima

Christine, Christine
Christine

Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect
I only wish I knew your secret
Who is this new tutor?
Instrumental

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
He, the unseen genius

I watched yor face from the shadows
Distant through all the applause
I hear your voice in the darkness
Yet the words aren't yours

Angel of music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Who is this angel?
Angel of music, hide no longer
Secret and strange Angel

He's with me even now
Your hands are cold
All around me
Your face, Christine, it's white!
It frightens me
Don't be frightened

Meg Giry, are you a dancer
Then go and practice
My dear, I was asked to give you this

A red scarf, the attic, little Lotte

There's no other way to describe it
What a relive, not a single refund
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery with Miss Daae
Here we are Monsieur le Vicomte
Gentleman, if you wouldn't, this is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied
As you wish Monsieur
They appear to have met before

Christin Daae, where is your red scarf
Monsieur?
You can't have lost it, after all the trouble I took
I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf
Oh Raoul, so it is you
Christin