Angel Of Music Andrew Lloyd Webber
[Bb]Where in the [F]world have [Eb]you been [F]hiding?
[Bb]Really, you [F]were [Bb]perfect.
[Bb]I only [F]wish I [Eb]knew your [F]secret;
[Bb]who is this [F]new [Bb]tutor?
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[Gm]Father once spoke of an [Eb]angel,
[Cm]I used to dream he'd ap[D7]pear.
[Gm]Now as I sing I can [Eb]sence him
and I [Cm]know he's [F]here.
[Bb]Here in this [F]room he [Eb]calls me [F]softly,
[Bb]somehwere in[F]side [Bb]hiding.
[Bb]Somehow I [F]know he's [Eb]always [F]with me;
[Bb]he, the un[F]seen [Bb]genius.
[Gm]Christine, you must have been [Eb]dreaming,
[Cm]stories like this can't come [D7]true.
[Gm]Christine, you're talking in [Eb]riddles,
and it's [Cm7]not like [F]you.
[Db]Angel of [Ab]music, [Gb]guide and [Ab]guardian,
[Db]grant to me [Ab]your [Db]glo-[Gb]ry! (Meg: who is this angel this)
[Db]Angel of [Ab]music, [Gb]hide no [Ab]longer,
[Db]secret and [Ab]strange [Db]angel.
Then Christine and Meg sing something, that doesn't need chords.