Songtext:
Mountain eyes, peeping out of his headВ
Sipping tea composing in his bedВ
A hundred hands working on a musical of oldВ
Debussy and MendelssohnВ
Handel and Dvorak of oldВ
Child star protege of Mister GormezВ
Who said you'd go farВ
Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd beВ
Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibilityВ
Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hairВ
The awesome people stareВ
They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hearВ
Debussy and MendelssohnВ
Handel and Dvorak of oldВ
Child star protege of Mister GormezВ
Who said you'd go farВ
Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hairВ
Sad to see them mourning you when you are thereВ
Within the flowers and the treesВ
Sipping tea composing in his bedВ
A hundred hands working on a musical of oldВ
Debussy and MendelssohnВ
Handel and Dvorak of oldВ
Child star protege of Mister GormezВ
Who said you'd go farВ
Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd beВ
Sad to see them watching you fade into invisibilityВ
Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hairВ
The awesome people stareВ
They're unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hearВ
Debussy and MendelssohnВ
Handel and Dvorak of oldВ
Child star protege of Mister GormezВ
Who said you'd go farВ
Child star and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hairВ
Sad to see them mourning you when you are thereВ
Within the flowers and the treesВ
