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