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, 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