Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head
Sipping tea composing in his bed
A hundred hands working on a musical of old
Debussy and Mendlessohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
Child star protegé 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 Mendlessohn
Handel and Dvorak of old
