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 Yet the soul obeys Angel of Music! I denied you Turning from true beauty Angel of Music! My protector Come to me, strange Angel  [PHANTOM] You resist Yet your soul obeys Angel of Music! You denied me Turning from true beauty Angel of Music! Do not shun me Come to your strange Angel  [PHANTOM (beckoning her)] I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music [RAOUL] No, Christine, wait! Wait! [CHRISTINE] Raoul! [RAOUL] Whatever you believe, this man—this thing—is not your father!