Angel of Music
Meg: 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 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 He, the unseen genius Meg: Christine, you must have been dreaming Stories like this can't come true Christine, you are 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... Christine & Meg: Angel of Music Hide no longer Secret and strange and joy Christine: He's with me, even now Meg: Your hands are cold Christine: All around you Meg: Your face, Christine, is white Christine: It frightens me Meg: Don't be frightened
