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