Angel of Music - The Colored Music, The World-Band, Andrew Lloyd Webber

Brava, Brava, Bravisima

Christine, Christine

Christine, Christine

Where in the world have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect

I only wish I knew your secret

Who is your great tutor?

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

Christine, you must have been dreaming

Stories like this can’t come true

Christine, you’re talking in riddles

And it’s not like you

Angel of Music, guide

And guardian grant to me your glory

Who is this angel?

This

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