D9E|--0-- B|--1-- G|--2-- D|--0-- A|--0-- E|--x--D9 Mountain eyes, peeping out if his head (-ah) Sipping tea, composing in his bed (-ah)C A hundred hands working on a musical of oldC Am C Am C Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak of oldC Am Child star, protegee of Mister Gormez who said you'd go farC Am Child star, they do not see just what a precious gem you'd be (slightly slower)D Sad to see them watching you fade into in (-ah) invisibiltyD9 Twelve years old, your elvish fingers kiss your Beethoven hair the awesome people stareC They're un-aware of all the angel sounds they see and hearC Am C Am C Debussy and Mendelssohn Handel and Dvorak they hearC Am Child star, protegee of Mister Gomez who said you'd go farC Am Child star, and when you died at just thirteen they wept and wrung their hair (slightly slower)D Sad to see them mourning you and you are there within the flowers and the treesC Am Child star, protegee of Mister Gomez who said you'd go far
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