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