Think Of Me ("The Phantom Of The Opera")

Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
Please promise me you'll try

When you find that, once again, you long
To take your heart back and be free

Oh, my God, signora

He's here, the Phantom of the Opera

Signora, are you all right?
Buquet! For God's sake, man
What's going on up there?
Please, monsieur, don't look at me
As God's my judge, I wasn't at my post

Please, monsieur, there's no one there
Or if there is, well then, it must be a ghost

Signora, these things do happen
For the past three years, these things do happen
And did you stop them from happening? No!
And you two! You are as bad as him
These things do happen

Until you stop these things from happening
This thing does not happen
Ubaldo! Andiamo!

Bring my doggy and my boxy
Amateurs (bye-bye, ciao!)

Gentlemen, good luck
If you need me, I shall be in Australia

I have a message, sir, from the opera ghost
Oh, God in heaven, you're all obsessed
He welcomes you to his opera house (his opera house?)
And commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use
And reminds you that his salary is due (his salary?)
Well, Monsieur Lefèvre used to give him 20 thousand francs a month
20 thousand francs?
Perhaps you can afford more, with the vicomte as your patron?

Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight
When the vicomte was to join us for the gala
But obviously, we shall now have to cancel
As it appears we have lost our star

A full house, Andre
We shall have to refund a full house

Christine Daaé could sing it, sir
What, a chorus girl?
Let her sing for you, monsieur
She has been well taught

Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves
Well, she's very pretty

Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me, once in a while
Please promise me you'll try

When you find that, once again, you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me

Think of all the things
We've shared and seen
Don't think about the way
Things might have been

Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard
To put you from my mind

Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you

Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
Bravo!

Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remember her

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think-

Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah, ah, aah
Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah, ah, aah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Aah-aah, ah-ah-aah
Ah-aah-of me!