Child Star

Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head ah Sipping tea, composing in his bed ah A hundred hands working on a musical of old
.c…am…c…am…c.
Debussy and mendelsshon 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 Sad to them watching you
D…(/d10 repeat)…
Fade into in-ah in-ah-visibility
Twelve yeas old, your elvish fingers kiss your
Beethoven hair, the awesome people stare they’re
Unaware of all the angel sounds they see and hear
.c…am…c…am…c…
Debussy and mendelsshon handel and dvorak they hear
Child star, protegee of mister gormez
Who said you’d go far
Child star, and when you died at just thirteen they wept and
Rung their hair
Sad to them mourning you
D…(/d10 repeat)…
When you are there within the flowers and the trees