Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect.
I only wish I knew your secret;
who is your great tutor?
Father once spoke of the angel,
I used to dream he'd apear.
Now when I sing I can sence him and I know he's here.
Here in this room he calls me softly,
somewhere in side hiding.
some how I know he's always with me;
he, the unseen genius.
Christine, you must have dreaming,
stories like this can't be true.
Christine, you're talking in riddle,
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 is with me even now,
all around me,
Your face, Christine is white;
It frighten me.
dont't be frightened.