The Last Unicorn

When the last eagle flies

Over the last crumbling mountain

And the last lion roars

At the last dusty fountain

In the shadow of the forest

Though she may be old and worn

They will stare unbelieving

At the Last Unicorn

When the first breath of winter

Throught the flowers is icing

And you look to the north

And a pale moon is rising

And it seems like all is dying

And would leave the world to mourn

In the distance hear her laughter

Of the Last Unicorn

I'm alive, I'm alive

When the last moon is cast

Over the last star of morning

And the future has passed

Without even a last desparate warning

Then look into the sky where through

Through the clouds a path is torn

Look and see her how she sparkles

It's the Last Unicorn

I'm alive, I'm alive