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