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...
Phantom: You resist.... Phantom/Christine: Yet your/the soul obeys...
Phantom/Christine: Angel of Music, You/I denied me/you! Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music! Do not shun me/My protecter! Come to your/me strange Angel...
Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music....