Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Child Star 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