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

It's the Last Unicorn

I'm alive....... I'm alive



When the last moon is cast, Over the last star of morning

And the future is past, Without even a last desparate warning

Then look into the sky where through, The cloudes a path is formed

Look and see her how she shimmers, It's the Last Unicorn

I'm alive... I'm alive