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