Wandering Child .../Bravo Bravo - Live At The Royal Albert Hall/2011

Lyrics

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 ...Once again She is his ... Far from my Far-reaching gaze ... Once again She returns ... Wildly my mind Beats against you ... You resist ... Yet your/the soul Obeys ... ... to the arms Of her angel ... Angel or demon ... Still he calls her ... Luring her back, from the grave ... Angel or dark seducer ...? Who are you, strange Angel ...? 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 ... Angel of darkness! Cease this torment! I am your Angel of Music ... Come to me: Angel of Music ... Christine! Christine listen to me! Whatever you may believe, this man ... This thing ... is not your father! Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine ! Raoul ...Bravo, monsieur! Such spirited words! More tricks, monsieur? Let's see, monsieur How far you dare go! More deception? More violence? Raoul, no ... That's right, that's right Monsieur - Keep walking this way! You can't win her love by making her your prisoner Raoul, don't ... Stay back! I'm here, I'm here Monsieur: The angel of death! Come on, come on Monsieur Don't stop, don't stop! Raoul! Come back ... Don't go! So be it! Now let it be war upon you both! You understand your instructions? Sir! When you hear the whistle, take up your positions I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It Is Essential that all doors are properly secured Are we doing the right thing, Andre? Have you got a better idea? Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order? Give the order You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this Box? Yes, sir Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if You have to - but shoot. To kill How will I know, sir? You'll know Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this Will work? Will Miss Daae sing? Don't worry, Firmin. Andre? We're in your hands, sir My men are now in position, sir Go ahead, then Are the doors secure? I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera I'm here. I'm here. I'm here! Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the Times comes! But, Monsieur le Vicomte--- No 'buts'! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is Right Seal my Fate tonight - I Hate to have to Cut the fun short But the joke's Wearing thin Let the audience in Let my opera begin! [Chorus] Here the sire may serve the dam Here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb Utters one despairing bleat! [CARLOTTA & Chorus] Poor young maiden! For the thrill On your tongue of stolen sweets You will have to pay the bill Tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when Tables, plans and maids are laid Don Juan triumphs once again! [Signor Piangi, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. Meg, a gypsy dancer, pirouettes coquettishly for him. He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves] [DON JUAN] Passarino, faithful friend Once again, recite the plan [PASSARINO] Your young guest believes I'm you I, the master; you, the man [DON JUAN] When you met, you wore my cloak With my scarf, you hid your face She believes she dines with me In her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff Stealing what, in truth, is mine When it's late and modesty Starts to mellow, with the wine [PASSARINO] You come home! I use your voice Slam the door like crack of doom! [DON JUAN] I shall say, "Come, hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course—my room!" [PASSARINO] Poor thing hasn't got a chance! [DON JUAN] Here's my hat, my cloak and sword Conquest is assured If I do not forget myself and laugh [Don Juan puts on Passarino's cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. Although we do not yet know it, the punjab lasso has done its work and Signor Piangi is no more. When next we see Don Juan, it will be the Phantom. Meanwhile, we hear Aminta (Christine) singing happily in the distance.] [CHRISTINE as Aminta (offstage, entering)] No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love! [PASSARINO (onstage)] Master? [PHANTOM as Don Juan (behind the curtain)] Passarino—go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey