The seasons pass
The years fly by
I count the time
As the leaves die
The trees they change
And we get older
Both maturing
And getting bolder
That first autumn
You were at the opera house
You were but seven
And quiet as a mouse
I watched from the shadows
As you did ballet
You intrigued me even then
My little Christine Daae
Your father lost
You mother gone too
You needed a guide
How could I not help you?
You wanted an angel
I would help you soar
And the Opera Ghost
Would haunt once more
Eight, nine ten years old
You grew as the leaves fell
Each autumn I counted
Gave new life to my musical spell
You sang in the chorus
Your voice held a bell-like chime
I decided to train that voice
Just to hear you sing each time
As the autumns came and went
I taught you through your mirror
I spoke from the shadows
And pushed away your fears
Autumns came and went
And you grew into your voice
When you were eighteen
I made a heartfelt choice
I listened to you sing
And in your glow did bask
But you needed to see me
Despite my hated mask
You were falling in love
Pulling away from your muse
I knew I loved you then
And I would take no excuse
I pulled you from the ballet
Fixed it so you could sing
Then while the diva was in mourning
I took you under my wing
Through your mirror I spirited you
Down into the dark
Where there was no color
No changing leaves the time to mark
I wanted you to myself
I was very much in love
I was your Angel of Music
And you my white dove
I wrote you an opera
And you sang with me
Love's duet on innocent wings
Never sounded more sweet to me
Due to my never ending love
I chose to let you go
Back into the world of colored leaves
The last life before the snow
The leaves fell and death came
As happens every year
And you, my sweet Christine
Betrayed me, my darkest fear
In the cold of winter
Upon the opera roof
You gave your vows to another
Thinking I was aloof
I heard every single word
And saw each kiss
Did you really think
You were something I wouldn't miss?
It made me think of autumns passed
When you had grown up with him
You sweet innocent smile
An he submitting to your every whim
Falling leaves dusted picnics
And long walks by the lakes
You swore yourself to him then
A vow you could never forsake
But the Opera Ghost is still here
Stalking the theatre halls
I see and hear everything
My vengeance - the chandelier will fall
Seasons come and seasons go
You think that I have left
But I'll return and take revenge
Against the Vicomte for his theft
I have written you an opera
My triumph and my life
You will perform it
Or face my heated strife
Your Prima Donna will fall
Christine will sing again
I'll kill all those opposed
I'll win out in the end
I am the real Don Juan
Christine shall soon be mine
I'll steal her away from all of you
After that last line
The angel of music
Has taken his prey
Down to the dark
Where she will stay
Fallow if you will
Follow if you dare
But Christine must choose
How Raoul will fare
Will she chose you or me
Which one will she deny
It's all up to her
If her lover lives or dies
So choose wisely
My sweet Christine
I leave it up to you
To finish this scene
Does this boy deserve your love
Or will you choose the Opera Ghost?
Kill your lover, or stay with me
Whom do you love most?
In the end you chose me
And I let you go
Live your life with your true love
That's how I let my true feelings show
Walk with him under the stars
And through the falling leaves
Have those picnics by the lake
Just as they were perceived
I'll be fine here in the dark
Locked away from view
Life is a masquerade
Hide your face so the world can never find you