Mountain eyes
peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed
A hundred hands working
on a musical of old
Debussy and Mendelssohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
Child star protege
of Mister Gormez
Who said you'd go far
Child star, they do not see just
what a precious gem you'd be
Sad to see them watching you
fade into invisibility
Twelve years old, your elvish
fingers kiss your Beethoven hair
The awesome people stare
They're unaware of all the angel
sounds they see and hear
Debussy and Mendelssohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
Child star protege of
Mister Gormez
Who said you'd go far
Child star and when you died at
just thirteen they wept
and wrung their hair
Sad to see them mourning
you when you are there
Within the flowers and the trees
Child star protege of
Mister Gormez
Who said you'd go far