[Instrumental interlude]

[CHRISTINE, spoken]
To my father's grave, please

(sung)
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name

[Instrumental interlude]

(spoken)
Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing.​
Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music.​
Her father promised her. Her father promised her.​