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?