Wandering child; so lost, so helpless, Yearning for my guidance. Angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it there staring? Have you forgotten your Angel, oh, speak. What endless longings Angel? Echo in this whisper? Too long you've wandered in winter Far from my fathering gaze. Wildly my mind beats against you You resist Yet my soul obeys. You your soul obeys Angel of Music you denied me, Angel of Music I denied you, Turning from true beauty Angel of Music my pro---tect-or, Angel of Music I won't shun you, Come to your strange Angel I am your Angel of Music Come to me Angel of Music...