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, oh, speak. What endless longings
Angel?
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 my soul obeys.
You your soul obeys

Angel of Music you denied me,
Angel of Music I denied you,

Turning from [bad word] beauty

Angel of Music my pro---tect-or,

Angel of Music I won't shun you,
 [bad word] to your strange Angel

I am your Angel of Music  [bad word] to me Angel of Music...