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