Andrew Lloyd Webber Wandering Child
PHANTOM:
Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance
CHRISTINE:
Angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring?
PHANTOM:
Have you forgotten your Angel?
CHRISTINE:
Angel, oh, speak! What endless longings echo in this whisper!
PHANTOM:
Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze
CHRISTINE:
Wildly my mind beats against you...
PHANTOM:
You resist...
BOTH:
...Yet the (your) soul obeys
PHANTOM:
Angel of Music! You denied me, turning from true beauty
Angel of Music! Do not shun me! Come to your strange Angel!
CHRISTINE:
Angel of Music! I denied you, turning from true beauty
Angel of Music! My protector! Come to me, strange Angel!
PHANTOM:
I am your Angel of Music…
Come to me, Angel of Music...
RAOUL:
No, Christine! Wait!
CHRISTINE:
Raoul!
RAOUL:
Whatever you may believe, this man, this thing is not your father!
