Child Star - Marc Bolan, T. Rex

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