Andrew Lloyd Webber – Wandering Child 0

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!

THE SWORDFIGHT

CHRISTINE:
No, Raoul! No, not like this.

PHANTOM:
Now let it be war upon you both!