[Malcolm Toft, Tony Visconti, or someone else]
Take 2

[Marc Bolan]
Um, 1 2 3 4

[False-Start]

[Marc Bolan]
1 2 3 4

[Child Star Take 2]
Mountain eyes, peeping out of his head and
Sipping tea, composing in his bed are
A hundred hands, working on a musical of old
Debussy and Mendelssohn
Handel and Dvorak of old

Child star protege, 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 here
Child star protege, 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

Child star protege, Mister Gormez
Who said "You'd go far"