Wandering Child.../Bravo, Monsieur...

Andrew Lloyd Webber
Album : The Phantom Of The ...

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 far-reaching gaze ...
CHRISTINE:
Wildly my mind beats against you ...
PHANTOM:
You resist ...
BOTH:
Yet your/the 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:
Leave her!
You have no claim on her ... Leave her!
Your words are wasted --
Can't you see she'll never be yours?
Christine! Christine!
CHRISTINE:
Raoul!
PHANTOM:
Bravo, monsieur! Such spirited words!
RAOUL:
More tricks, monsieur?
PHANTOM:
Let's see, monsieur, how far you dare go?
RAOUL:
More deception? More violence?
PHANTOM:
That's right, that's right, keep walking this way!
RAOUL:
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner.
PHANTOM:
I'm here, I'm here, monsieur: the Angel of Death!
Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop!
CHRISTINE:
Raoul!!
PHANTOM:
Don't go!!
So be it! Now let it be war upon you both !
CHIEF:
You understand your instructions?
FIREMEN:
Sir!
CHIEF:
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.
FIRMIN:
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
ANDRE:
Have you got a better idea?
CHIEF:
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?
RAOUL:
Give the order.
RAOUL:
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this box?
MARKSMAN:
Yes, sir.
RAOUL:
Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to - but shoot. To kill.
MARKSMAN:
How will I know, sir?
RAOUL:
You'll know.
FIRMIN:
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
RAOUL:
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
ANDRE:
We're in your hands, sir.
CHIEF:
My men are now in position, sir.
RAOUL:
Go ahead, then.
CHIEF:
Are the doors secure?
The FIREMEN answering one by one:
"Secure."'
PHANTOM'S VOICE:
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
RAOUL:
You fool, I said only when the times comes!
MARKSMAN:
But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . .
PHANTOM'S VOICE:
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!