Lyrics:

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�